Editor Rebecca is on a plane as we speak — it’s the future! — to uncircumcised libtard fish valley San Francisco, and she wants your author, “Jim,” to remind you nearby bums to show up on time for tonight’s meetup. Show up where though? Whoa whoa, easy now, just cooool down. It’s Friday and the editor is away. What mischief shall we get ourselves into?… Let’s play like… all the Parental Advisory CDs we have… yeah. Here are England’s most controversial new hitmakers, the Rolling Stones, playing just outside the Bay Area at a “speedway” of some sort?This song is just crazy; right around the bridge there’s this guitar part where… someone gets stabbed and the Dreams of the ’60s die all at once. Mmm mmm mmm, Fridays.
Here’s the drinking meet-up spot, again:
The 540 Club, 540 Clement St., at Seventh Ave., San Francisco. We are told this is nowhere near BART, and that we do not “understand transportation.” To which we can only answer, “What part of ‘we are from Los Angeles’ do you not understand?” So, sorry, Yups and Yupettes!
Oh right, and it’s at 7 p.m. First unknown quantity of beers is on us!
Be sure to (1) Take really embarrassing photos of our drunk editor flopping around on the ground in a pool of her own vomit (2) Send those pictures to our advertisers! Wait a minute… only do one of those things, not sure which.
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Looking forward to seeing everyone. I was hoping you would be there tonight, Jim. I think I am ovulating.
I met the Ginger at the D.C. confab. He's as cute as he is funny.
Needs more Haight-Ashbury?
I'm stretching my liver as we speak in preparation.
Is that yogag?
And I hope you have fun, sweetie. I'll be looking for you all blurry and sideways whenever the editors posts pictures!
Yes. Plenty of sideboob
Fuck that. Front boob, dude!
Don't forget the old gold standard, cleavage.
So … er, how exactly does one do this?
Very carefully…
I think mine done gave up, po' li'l thang. It's as stiff and hard … gitcher mind outa the gutter, dood.
Srsly. Isn't it sad, ntD, I just can't drink *at all* any more. One glass of wine and I feel like shit. I miss the wine.
I know. It sucks. I guess we just gotta accept it.
That was the day the 60s died; December 31, 1969.
Fucking literalists. They ruin everything.
Too soon!
To nit pick, I think Altamont was in mid-December. If the 60's died at Altamont it was brutally butchered and entombed in a swamp in rural Ohio on May 4, 1970.
Actually, to be pedantic, he meant 12/31/70, since the 70s started in 1971
Have fun guys. I would regale you all with stories of our Seattle meetup, but we swore an oath that we would never again speak of that night and the things that occured.
ixnay on the ondagebay.
If only we had done something as innocent as kidnapping.
Uh … you gave us all the details already, man.
That was our cover story. And we took pictures of random people to post.
Pix or GTFO. No, wait.
I haz a confoozled.
I'm all about the kidnapping. Particularly if there are leather laces and chairs involved.
Sympathy For The Editrix?
Rolling Stones celebrate 50th anniversary of first gig.
So now, instead of panties chucked onstage, they get Depends?
o/~ Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man who's all stabby…o/~
Is "editor" the new word for editrix? I can't keep up with you kids and your newfangled ways.
With you in spirit. Drink up!
If I were there I would take the photos of the Team America-esque vomit pool and send them to the advertisers so that Rebecca may learn about mutually beneficial arrangements.
Ooh, maybe I should wear my pink camo pants.
There wuz some talk about another later this summer. The incoherent babbling of the bottle, but some talk none the less.
Look out Richmond District, craziness is coming!
Historical note: This place is just up the street from the site of the legendary Holy City Zoo (408 Clement St), a small, dank, smelly little hole that was home in the '80s to comedians like Robin Williams, Dana Carvey, Ellen DeGeneres, Paula Poundstone, A. Whitney Brown, Nora Dunn, Rob Schneider, Jake Johanssen, David Feldman, Dana Gould, Kevin Meaney, Kevin Pollak and many more (including your humble commenter Bumfug).
What's A. Whitney Brown up to these days, anyway?
Whitney's living in Austin TX with his lovely bride, singer Carolyn Wonderland. They both were extremely supportive of comedian Ron Shock and his wife during Ron's recent fatal illness.
Damn! I wish I could be there to surreptitiously grope our editrix. I never have any fun.
Surreptitiously?
Hell, when she comes to NY, I'm setting up a "Twist Her Nip" booth…
SO FUCKING JEALOUS.
I just wish this could have been one of the times I was out visiting MT and so could join you all.
Pffft. Like you two would ever leave her bedroom.
We did briefly last time I was there, for me to meet her friends and family.
Aw, wish I could be there!
Also, per the latest Wonkette ad, will anyone be attired in the finest designer apparel from onefinepieceofass.com?
ETA, from that site: It's time someone sexed up politics–and not in the adulterous way. Satisfy your liberal urges by slipping on a Democratease t-shirt or tank top–OR, the next time you drop your drawers for that special someone, make sure they're clear on your political stance with a pair of our Democratease underoos!
Stay Connected!
OK then…
I'm not getting that one – have ads for several books, the young girls for rich old men ad, the old Crucial computer upgrade ad that's been there forever, the poll, and one for Ben & Jerry's. Now I want ice cream served by a bent-over, possibly Asian naked young lady.
All I want is to learn more about mutually beneficial arrangements and what they have to do with tawny naked women and classic automobiles. Perhaps College Girls and Single Moms may be the threads to connect this mystery together.
Yay…a snuff film…
Good fucking Friday fellow Wonks. I've had a week from sht and just got to Mr. Freakish's mancave and have poured myself a stiffy, (any hard liquor I can get my paws on and some fruity, carbonated shit). I drink to you in San Fran and wish I could be there. I left my placenta there lo these many years ago.
And a very good fucking Friday to you too, freakish. Now, when you say you "left my placenta there," are you referring to the one you *came in,* or one that you made?
Because, you know, if the latter, that would mean you have Teh Ladyparts, and I have to start being nice to you and stuff.
Thank you, I needed that! T'was born in that lovely city and dream of it often…oh, and my tits are huge, bitches.
(Hugs freakishlywrong) You funny, girl. It is a lovely city. But we're having a cool, gray, foggy day today, and I'm wondering aloud, where is summer? (The partner takes great delight, as a native New Yorker, in reminding me that this is typical summer weather, the little shit.)
I thought gay, froggy days only happened in Paris.
Borg of my heart; the heat moved here, to Denver.
Yeah. This is summer here.
The season you're thinking of happens in Sept-Oct. We're a bit slow.
You caught that too, huh?
Always with the ears out, actor.
They make great handles.
Sounds like a great opportunity to try out Amber Milt's ways to "spice up your relationship" with your editrix; have fun!
SEXY WONKETTEER EXTORTION CHALLENGE!
Enlarge my p-ness to 118 by the end of the day, and I'll personally present your Editrix with a very special somefin-somefin* on everyone's behalf at this evening's electric car key party.
*[Accepting suggestions...]
Just doing my part.
Are you volunteering to be presented to Rebecca on everyone's behalf?
HAWT!!
+14000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
It's a Mutually Beneficial Arrangement, no?
Eyes Wide Shut parties always happen without me.
Upfisted. Hope it helps.
Thank you, kind person.
I couldn't care less about the size of my p-ness — I just really fucking hate the pointy-ass number 7, and would much rather stare at a number that resembles a nice pair of tits.
∞
FAℙ FAℙ FAℙ
I can forward you an awful lot of spam I have sitting in my email, for your small p-ness
Wait, so you're the dude who writes those emails?!
Why am not surprised?..
I'm more a middleman
You take the spam from the developers and give it to the engineers?
Sir Can-a-Lot, is that you?
Ooh, a threesome!
Next drinky thing is going to be in a one-light Florida town, right? Cuz I just got a new Mossy-Oak t-shirt and some truck nutz and I wanna show 'em off.
I nominate Starke, Florida, wonderful place. There or Yeehaw Junction, or maybe Micanopy.
Yeehaw Junction is closest to me. Starke definitely has the right vibe. So do Bithlo and Bunnell.
Micanopy is too movie-set pretty. Visitors might get the impression Florida has some class.
I picked a bad week to not travel.
As a semi-professional frotteurer, I look forward to the pics rubbing me the right way.
She's leaving, on a jet plane…
Someone gave her a ticket for an aeroplane, she had no time to take a fast train. . . .
Hey Prommie I am coming back to NYC on Sunday, what say you and I have a little Drinkfest of our own in the next couple of weeks?
Yes!
OK then.
She couldn't; the LA-SF fast train isn't scheduled to be complete until 2028.
She wrote a letter?
Her Baby wrote her a letter.
She wrote her a letter, said she couldn't live without, um, him, no mo'?
You must take the “A” planeTo go to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem
Transport songs? Howsabout:
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
Must be aeroplane to qualify.
Pardon me, boy
Is that the cat that chewed yer new shoes …
The first girl I fell in love with used to sing that song. She had a whisky-and-cigarettes kinda voice and the biggest, bluest eyes I have ever seen.
How about next time in flyover country you fucking elitist Jewish liberal homosexuals? We've got all that and more here in Madtown plus local micro and nano brews coming out the wazoo.
Well, we were just another band out of Boston
On the road to try to make ends meet.
Playing all the bars, sleeping in our cars,
And we practiced right on out in the street.
No, we didn't have much money,
We barely made enough to survive,
But when we got up on stage and got ready to play
People came alive.
Chorus :-
Rock and Roll band, everybody's waiting,
Getting crazy, anticipating
Love and music.
Play, play, play.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Needs moar Foreplay
Those of you who are going, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.
Hippie.
Will it be a summertime love-in there?
I wish I could be there, I am in LA, but have to fly to NYC on Sunday at 7am, I am very sad about this. However if there is an East Coast one and any of you criminals need a couch, just let me know.
Whaddya drink, dame? I'll knock back a stiff one on your behalf.
Rose's Lime Juice -2 measures, topped up with seltzer in a tall glass, couple of ice cubes.
Are you trying to get my ass beat up?!
I shall have two fingers of Scottish whiskey topped with a muddled cherry, and think of England.
CHEERS!
MrLimeylizzie has been sober for 30 years and I have never been much of a drinker anyway.
That should keep the scurvy away. Have just been watching Hornblower on DVD & one of the little educational extras explains how the English came to be called Limeys…
Yes – for that reason, when I imagine LimeyLizzie, I picture her with a full set of teeth.
I have room for 27 on my 34 foot boat! (this is a sick sick joke)
I could have used a tank when I was there on the 6th. Damn, that traffic was horrendous. I eventually got through the Bronx on surface streets to the FDR, over the Brooklyn Bridge and the hell outta there. 100 degrees, too, it was.
Have a safe trip back!
I am not looking forward to the weather after 6 weeks in balmy Los Angeles!
It's a bit humid today, so get out and get acclimated!
Or stay inside and chill, heh, heh.
Hey, there's still stand-by on Southwest. You could be here and back without LA even noticing.
Do we need to do some crowdfunding? I just accidentally typed crowfunding…we could do that too I guess. CAW CAW!!!
Ginger, since the Editrix left you the keys, can I use the bathroom?
I have some skullfucking I need to get done
I'm gonna libel the shit out of that bathroom.
Right? I'm going to go all rétard in there…
I'm going to scrawl some Tr1go_nometry on the walls.
[knock, knock]
"Mom, leave me alone! I'm ideating!"
Nobody goes there anymore. It's too crowded.
I can understand Editrix' need to test the show out of town, but hey, I live in NYC and I've never performed in a bomb. It'll be great!
Wow! The Future sounds an awful lot like the Present.
Just a bunch of bums drinking in a bar, somewhere.
WHEREZ MY SPACE BEVERAGES???
Mittborg referenced 'Sympathy for the Devil ' just the other day.
Coincidence?
Yeah, we got plenty of Sympathy for the Devil- just not for_____________.
ummmmmmmmmmmm,
nope, no clue.
Have a good time. Don't get arrested.
Yeah, whatever you do, don't draw on the streets with chalk!
Those two statements are irreconcilable.
Do you mean like P and ¬P or "Certs is a candy mint", "Certs is a breath mint"?
Well, I'm still not recovering from the last Drinky Thing I didn't go to, but that's not going to keep me from wishing you all a great time. Do something monstrous for me.
Don't forget to put a quarter in the Juke and Boogie 'till you Puke.
I hope no one has triskaidrinkaphobia…a fear of that thirteenth drink
You deserve more upfists for this than I can supply.
Agreed, so I lent mine too.
As I am nowhere near San Fran (when are we having one of these in Kansas City? I swear I won't boo anyone from NY!) and cannot drink alcohol (the
joypain of morphine sulfate) I will instead … um … get crazy on a Friday and drink a caffeinated beverage later than 5 pm as a salute to y'all!Hey, it's either that or drinking bong water in the hopes there's enough THC is in it to do something.
I'll be up there on the 28th for the day with the family so if anybody wants to see disgustingly wholesome people and rat me out to my wife about the ball rubbing joke I beat to death months ago. Let me know.
Party on up there!
I'm still standing at the corner of Fifth and Market waiting to rub your balls.
That's you, outside Marshall's? Or is that you and SB in the photos on the outside of the San Francisco Shopping Centre? (Gotta love Google Maps and Street View)
Well, then, have somebody at the party tonight take a picture of your hands and post it so I can see what I'm (not ever) getting when I show up there on the 28th.
glasspusher & Co. will be there. I still have space for a couple more folks if they would like a ride from bart in my chariot.
I will be bringing my camera and my expertise, so if only blurry photos show up about this, they didn't post mine!
But you will make sure to follow Wonkette tradition and take all your photos sideways, right?
Sideways is a state of mind, my friend…or maybe a movie, also.The number you have dialed is imaginary. Please rotate your phone 90 degrees, and try your call again.
I should have realized that number was imaginary; it was 867-530i.
Tommy? Zat you?
Well done, that.
On a related note, I went to Vegas a couple weeks ago and stayed with my son, who had already been there for a month. He sent me a text telling me that the room number was 5309. When I checked into the Rio and told the clerk that, he gave me a blank stare. Yes, the little fucker was actually in 867.
You soiled your back after lifting a bag of pot? happens to the best of us.
I plan to be there and although I don't really drink beer (especially when it's free, duh) I do enjoy an occasional snifter of eighty-year-old brandy. XOXOXO
If you're willing to share, Ms. glasspusher will probably be going home with you then. How do I feel about this?
Have you ever been to… electric landlady?
RIP Kirsty
Well, I AM Experienced.
Please, oh pretty please, come to Austin. I'll even bring my homemade stuffed jalapenos and the 1st round of Heradura Silver tequila is on old Farknocker.
I have confirmed my kid will be home and taking a nap. Check!
You're never coming to Minneapolis, are you? Come on, tell me! I can take it.
You guys are getting something even better: The First Internet cat Video Film Festival. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/07/11/internet…
Hey, Jody. Don't feel so bad. There is at least some hope for Minneapolis. I know that there is absolutely NO chance they're ever coming to Salt Lake City…
What's the point in wearing a clean shirt when some chick is just going to throw her drink in my face when I say something inappropriate?
So you can ring the shirt out and salvage the drink. Best done with a clean shirt…
I'd love to be in San Fran tonight. Actually, on most nights.
Standard rules apply for all my kidnappings: released in three hours unharmed, but not unsatisfied, heh, heh…
To all you lucky duck San Franciscans, I say, DON'T MISS IT!
Seattle one was a lot of fun.
I'm writing that address down before I start drinking, because in addition to the 540 Club San Francisco also has a 500 Club, a 711 Club, a 3300 Club, a 21 Club, a Club 93, and a Lucky 13. If I just follow the numbers, you'll see me there eventually.
If you follow the numbers, you'll be Lost.
YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE USED THE NUMBERS!
I'm buying you all a Virtual Round of Ol' Janx Spirit shots. Enjoy.
Don't forget to bring your towels!
So, we're having a "discussion" at work about what to name the electronics modules that do not fit neatly into one of the prescribed categories, and how the DNS should handle these. They are mainly auxiliary and utility modules, not tied to any particular antenna or location. Each one connects over an Ethernet port, and so must have a unique, descriptive identity. We have about 900 modules in total, and these represent ~0.1%, and are hardly even worth thinking about, but we have to name them something.
Most of these are no-brainers:
Atmospheric Phase Interferometer = API
Weather Station = WS
Generator Utility Module = GUM
Chiller Utility Module = ???
Dare I even suggest it at the next meeting?
Now, you know that I'm going to Strongly Encourage you to suggest that acronym. Why the hell not, Eh? You must do this absolutely deadpan, though, for maximum effect. I have faith in you, though.
Hopefully, they haven't added the Digital Utility Multiple Pair Serial Tunneling Electron Radiograph.
That would be a tough one.
Keep a look out for anyone resembling KBJ, or interrogate the editor/editrix regarding her whereabouts, employment status, etc.
Is there a gang sign or something we should use to make sure we are approaching the right people when we arrive?
I propose one of the following:
- Do Spock hands with your palms toward you, then touch your pinkies together to form a "W" (for "Wonkette")
- Make an upfist
- Take your penis out and punch it three times; ladies, take someone else's penis out and punch it three times
So, same thing I always do.
If I gleaned anything from the blurry sideways photos of the other gatherings it's that our delicious editrix makes us all wear "HELLO MY NAME IS DEAD BADGER" stickers or whatever.
"uncircumcised libtard fish valley" um, what?
Also, she's going to freeze her editorial ass off tonight out in the avenues. I hope she packed a parka.
Oh I can pack her parka for her.
I hope rape jokes are off the table…too uncomfortable up there.
……
…too soon?
;-)
Shit getting weird on this SF Friday the 13th:
1. Coworker watched a seagull murder a pigeon this morning. Pigeon would play dead, seagull would walk away, pigeon would try to get up, seagull would come back and peck the living shit out of the pigeon. Rinse, repeat.
2. The guys in my office keep getting locked in the men's room. The door handle broke so they can't get out. That's what they are *saying* at least.
3. I watched a homeless lady drink Hidden Valley Ranch dressing straight from the squeezy bottle today at lunch.
4. ??
5. Profit!
Wow.
That's it, just wow.
The Hidden Valley Ranch thing is a problem for my sense of being. I should probably drink Hidden Valley Ranch straight from the squeezy bottle until this memory is erased.
Just… don't get murdered by a bunch of PCP snorting hippies. I saw it on 700 Club. (kinda like 540 Club, huh?)
Bartender, there's a satirist in my drink!
Thank you, Rebecca…
(Sorry that I forgot to kidnap you!)
How could you forget?
It was more a case of me forgetting that there was a hole in my pocket through which she subsequently escaped.
That was a lot of fun.
Thank you to both glasspusher and CountryClubJihadi for trying to get me to go home.
The $140 taxi ride taught me a lesson.
Oh, Dude. Ouch. I woke up at 3am worried that you were trapped at BART with all of the hobos. I'm just glad you made it home. BART should run until 2am on weekends.
I think I have one of your socks.
The $140 whiskey bill taught me a lesson as well.
Good to meet you, and glad you made it home, my friend.
ouch!!!
Oh, ouch!
Next time we should have a Wonkette Carpooly Thing.
Kidnap! Oh, it seems that the least Jim wants have happened…the subliminal messaging with the R(olling) S(tones) video indicates a wish for greater mayhem for the R(ebecca) S(choenkopf) visit. As the crowd of W-kettes swell around her, the Hell's Angels( instead, the pepper-spraying UC Davis police will make a special guest appearance) will subdue the (political) junkie crowd, ending one of the great eras of W-kette Drinking Extravaganzas. This imagery is disturbing, and I hope everyone had a great time!!
That reminds me that someone gave me a great (if sarcastic) idea for a Cafe Press store. (UC Davis was part of what put the Farm in BerkeleyFarm.)
The veil of anonymity has been lifted. Social lubricant flowed by the pitcher-full. And you are all way more awesome in person than I ever could have imagined.
Lubricant certainly helped our relationship, that's for damn sure! (Sooo messy!)
And I agree, Officer: Everyone was way more awesomer. Even the lurkers impressed!
By the way, did you ever figure out whose blood it was that you stepped in? That was a real bummer…
Blood libel!
Guilty as charged.
Perhaps it was from that douche you clocked for trying to cop a feel on MissTaken (you owe CT Big Time, JMP!). That was really quite impressive, dude, both because of your surprisingly solid left hook, and because of the fact that you didn't spill your drink when landing it.
I really hope that someone got a picture of that shit. Wow.
CT is my hero!
That was huge fun, everyone! Great meeting you. Sounds like it kept going for a while after I left at 10 pm. I have one (non embarassing) pic of the Editrix that I'll send.
I had forgotten that Green Apple Books was on that block. Really almost got sucked into that vortex, but I was home in Berkeley after about 11:15.
And, yes, I did say "REAR DOOR" out loud on the 38 Geary. TRADITION!!!
BUSSECHS?!1
It was a pleasure meeting you, too. And if Green Apple had a bar, I can guarantee you that that vortex woulda been lousy with spine cracking Wonketteers.
Oh a drinky good time it was! Great to meet the lurkers and oue Editrix is a fantastic hostess! No Snark. Wonketters are good peeps. The results of my poll question: Mitt Romney, Alien or Robot? Most said: He is a Mormon, they are just like that. So that means Alien wins right?
Blah, blah, blah…
You are awesome, LL. (Also, I have that same jacket. Seriously. Which makes you even more awesomer.) Thanks for letting me touch your hair, and for keeping things boisterously upbeat right up till the bitter end.
Wait, did I say "Mormon" or "Moron"? Over and over, I suppose.
Nice talking with you. And, on reflection, "Alien".
Aleph them, Katie.
So you like carnal numbers, do you Dewey?
I'm not clickin' on the link (burned too many times) but you are so upfisted for the punny.
You're the ℶ, Dewey!
Hedley? Hedley Lamarr, is that you?
Good heavens no! You can find them from Weehawken to Duluth!
All-righty then, indeed!
You meant "criminals" in a good way, right?
Just the muddled cherry, then…
Really too bad you couldn't make it — have an uneventful flight back to NYC, and be sure to let us San Franciscopalians know if you ever wander up our way.
Natch
Is this close enough?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVjmtyE-aP0
(It's the only way I'm getting to SanFran ce soir.)
Jenny?
Dearest of Gems, I'm so sorry. If you sent it back, perhaps my Cherokee Purple would bronze up about the shoulders like a Cherokee Purple should. I've given up trying to grow peppers.
Dare I hope, dear lady, that you are not too uncomfortable? (Hugs the Gem)
I've lived here for decades, and I still feel cheated by the cool foggy days of summer. It can't be more than 70F out there right now, if that. The cats have decided to sleep in as a protest, and it's windy enough out there that the *oaks* are swaying.
And even in Sept-Oct, we're lucky if we get more than a week without fog. Or maybe that's my microclimate because we're higher up the mountain here.
Listen, mister.
Fap Fap Fap Fap Fapfapfap Fapityfapityfapityfap…Skritch Skritch Skritch Skritch Skritchskritchscritch Skritchityskritchityskritchityskritch…
"Eureka!"
Yeah, well, I'll still take 65 and foggy over the hundred and fucking five in the shade some folks are enjoying lately.
We had a bunch of really nice days recently, I thought, even out in the hinterlands where I live.
Ah, SF. The only town I know where the real estate gets cheaper the closer you get to the beach.
True. Although it's about 55 right here — I'm not in SF, I'm in the hills you can see across the bay, and it's usually more like Pacifica than SF in these parts. Although we do get a FEW fog-free days each year. Right now, the fog is blowing in tattered sheets across the deck. It looks like fucking winter in Norway.
On the PLUS side, think of how much I'm saving. (For what, I wonder.) I quit smoking, I quit drinking, but I ain't giving up my weed.
I'm just waiting for Rmoney to lose this election by a landslide so I can be Weedlord Bonerhitler, in all my righteous glory.
Astralutely!
I think that cherry done been muddled long ago, so TOO LATE!!
Woot! I'm San Franciscan by birth AND cradle-Episcopalian! Thank you for the new word-pop. I'll steal it if I can succeed in pronouncing it.
Cherokee Purple sounds like a Native American erection lasting four hours or longer.
I'd better take it to a doctor, quick.
Actually, it's one of the very few true purple tomatoes, and it was developed by the Cherokee people, who gave some seeds to a fellow-gardener, who (clever fellow!) passed them on to the Seed Savers' Exchange, which preserves rare heirloom seeds of many different varieties of plants. In taste and flavour, Cherokee Purple routinely takes first prize at tomato-tasting competitions, or ties with the legendary Brandywine cultivar, routinely voted one of the finest tasting tomatoes in the world.
Srsly. Eating these tomatoes is as close to an orgasm as most RWNJs will ever get. I should donate my crop to them, but tough noogies. I'll eat it all myself and BWAHAHA while doing it.
Is that a thing that happened, for real? I love parties.
You didn't tell me about that part! Yeah thanks CT for clocking that asshole.
Nah, at least not that I'm sober-ly aware of!
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