Where The Hell Is The Agenda!
Baby, I got your agenda hanging. Dom, on the other hand, has a paid day off. (And is currently sitting in the chat cave anyway, bringing in stories like a cat brings "treats.") (I'm not sure anyone told him it's a paid day off.) (I should go do that.) Meanwhile, we've kidnapped Doktor Zoom and his kid, Kid, and they are sleeping in our guest room and living room, respectively, and HERE IS HOW THIS IS GOING TO GO.
WE, as in all of us, are going to take the whole damn weekend off, starting now. Today you will have some recipes, and for the first time ever you will have them in actual time to go to the store. Tomorrow you will have whatever Dok does on Thanksgiving. Friday through Sunday you will have a few open threads and whatnot. Robyn might come in if she feels like it, she mumbled something about "families" and "hotels" and started whispering Linda Ronstadt lyrics, it was very crazy. If something gigantic happens, I will come in and write a "post" about it, and it will be a very bad post and you won't like it at all.
Happy happy holidays, my sweet terrible ones. Thanks for being here with us this year and last. We've got each other and that's a lot and it is also a Bon Jovi song and it is time to go now we are just typing gibberish, FOR A FUCKING CHANGE.
See you on the flipside, fuckers!
Rebecca Schoenkopf is the owner, publisher, and editrix of Wonkette. She is a nice lady, SHUT UP YUH HUH. She is very tired with this fucking nonsense all of the time, and it would be terrific if you sent money to keep this bitch afloat. She is on maternity leave until 2033.