We're almost about to celebrate the 7th anniversary of Whiskey Fire! (Cue celebratory Souza march, scored for uilleann pipe and kazoo, performed by a quintet of sullen drunk leprecauns, who narrowly beat out The Strokes in the final audition, thank Christ.)
Annnnyway. The last time I axed youse guys for dough, it was almost two years ago, for a flood. Before that I only axed a couple twotree times. (As they would say in Scranton. By the way, these maps about regional speech patterns in the US are, as we'd say back in the Old Country, "Jesus Tits.")
So I don't do this a lot, and I always feel kinda weird about doing it. But the laptop I got with the last Lemony Pledge drive, about four years ago, is going the way of all laptops. The 13-Year-Old begins high school in September (which is in and of itself alarming), and I'm passing the machine on to him as an heirloom of our house -- sort of like Narsil, in that it's broken and won't help him past October unless he runs into some helpful Noldor.
So I need a new machine. If you can pitch in, or if you just like this blog, which remains the most fuck-saying site on the Internet that isn't actually pornographic, except for those hawt David Vitter pix I can totally Photoshop and send to you, consider hitting the Donate thingy over on the left -- over there.
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I'd really appreciate it. And thanks for reading, whether you can chip in or not. This blog is deliberately mean-spirited and as I've repeatedly said, is motivated purely by Spite. But it's also a hella lot of fun and it makes me laugh a lot, and that's mostly becuz o'youze.
So I'll only hate you a little if you don't gimme $$$$!!!!
Oh, that's a joke. Thanks genuinely for reading, I say humbly, and I hope you stick around for seven more years of this vicious, but well-meant, absolute shite.