Sunday, August 05, 2007


Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Beers

Or, you know, just send them. That works, too.

Anyhow, this post isn't about liquor. No, it's about something even more important (no, not cheese, you shut up). It's about something so monumental (no, not coffee either ... go AWAY) that I believe should this outrage (not) be allowed to continue, it could bring this great blogosphere of ours to its knees.

I refer, of course, to The Kidnapping of The Can Opener.

Apparently during the recent deterioration (read: total fucking meltdown) of her relationship, my friend Miss Libby inadvertently packed The Sacred Can Opener, belonging to Mr. Man, in with her belongings as she fled the conjugal nest.

He accused her, in perhaps less than friendly terms, of stealing said can opener.

This caused her angst. This caused her consternation. This caused her, also, to go a little off the rails but you know, during times of stress we all get slightly wonky so she's forgiven. (Yes, I'm still married. No, I have no explanation for my wonkiness. This isn't about me. This is about Miss Libby and The Kidnapped Can Opener. Shut up.)

Anyhow, in a fit of madness, drunkenness or perhaps inspired deviltry, the legend of The Kidnapped Can Opener was born, perhaps with a little assistance from yours truly.

Go. Read about it. Sign up.

Show a can opener a good time, won'cha?

hee hee hee hee hee....
The KCO's gonna come to Wisconsin! The KCO's gonna come to Wisconsin!
I like that sort of can opener. I actually own 3. But dude, seriously, they're about $7 (American) at the grocery store! Or $.88 at your local thrift store!

To get rid of my ex's I've happily given up more than a can opener!
Glorious insanity! I love it! I'm going to post something on our blog right now. And I emailed a request to join in the mayhem.

I always wanted to join a gang.
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