2002-06-18 - 4:42 p.m.
You dirty-minded people, you. In the last 24 hours I've gotten about a half-dozen e-mail queries along the lines of, "Well, Mig, what was the best night you ever spent in a hotel ballroom, anyway? Wink wink, nudge nudge." And oddly enough, none of them were from anyone I'd expect to ask.
If you must know (and at this point I'm including Badsnake Date Report-style spoiler space to spare those among my readership with delicate constitutions) ...
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Halloween 2000. Dressed as "Timmy" from South Park, stoned to the eyeballs, getting lewinskyed by a young woman in a black widow spider costume.
Take that image to bed tonight and rock yourself to sleep with it, why don't you?
That'll teach you to go all Bob Eubanks on me.
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