True story: I once lost a radio call in contest because the Host refused to accept Madison, Wisconsin as one of the answers to the challenge to name 5 state capitols named after presidents.
Guy hung up so quickly, I didn't even get the chance to mention our fourth president.
Last summer the SF wonkout started around 6 and was still somewhat populated when I staggered back towards my motel at midnight, so it might be worth having a look.
True story: I once lost a radio call in contest because the Host refused to accept Madison, Wisconsin as one of the answers to the challenge to name 5 state capitols named after presidents.
Guy hung up so quickly, I didn't even get the chance to mention our fourth president.
You mean the liver isn't one of those "use it or lose it" organs?
It was some latin american guy, named... Pablo Escobar, I think it was, why do you ask?
Oh, stop showing off.
Last summer the SF wonkout started around 6 and was still somewhat populated when I staggered back towards my motel at midnight, so it might be worth having a look.
I miss Madison sometimes.
Me too.
I think the surprise guest was the hot yoga teacher.