"I'll vote for the hymen-filled lung guy"

Friends,

This was a strange Thursday. I'm taking an editing class online with nothing but technical communication people (if you don't know what tech comm is...go read a manual, any manual will do, and that's the handiwork of a tech writer). And since this is an editing class, we have to talk about the relationship between editors and writers, and I'm not even kidding, I don't want any of these tech people to be my editor. We had to do this activity where it said in the directions that we had change these negative evaluative statments into postive helping sentences. Not only did the group I think it was hard (my group actually worked past class time), but they couldn't quite figure out this positive feedback thing. How can they not understand positive? And there was a chapter I had to read that was called something like how to work with writers, like writers are some strange celestial being like Starman or something. Oh, and they have the sense of humor of an 45 year old, Christian, full time grocery store checker.

So after that, I ran down to McGoff's for my first post-Seth limerick night. And, it was a sad thing to be honest. It rained, so not too many people came out considering that Boots sent out an e-mail trying to lure people (to be fair, there was a good sized crowd, but not as packed as I expected it...and that Explore Minnesota organization was supposed to be there to do a story on the open mic/limerick contest, but sadly for them, they did not show up). And no one else played, just Boots, which isn't bad, but there was something nice about hearing Sethie sing John Prine and Todd Snider and Dan Bern. Oh, and what I think is the first time, I don't think the whole bar sung along with "It Only Happens When I'm Drinking Whiskey." I did, like each time I'm there, but I missed shouting along with Sethie, and even the blustery Ben Drevlow.

Despite all that, I won another limerick contest (it's my fourth shirt), which surprised me, honestly. I only won by one vote because Liz was awesome, as per usual, and Chad wrote a fantastic one about getting crabs while having sex on the table he just got from Phil (I voted for Chad by the way). Oh, and JW read one about the Minneapolis bridge collapse which made me proud. Anyways, here are the limericks that won it for me (and I think the title might make sense now because that's how three people voted for me). Oh, and to commerate Luciano Pavoratti's death, he was the challenge subject of the evening. Here's the limericks:

Senator Craig has a wide stance
Not yearning for cock-fueled romance
Nor balls on his chin
or hot anal sin
but he did give the AIDS to my aunts.

So Jenny thinks she's a breeder
and shacked up with a mouth-breather
But every 28 days
its ladies she craves
cause she still likes the taste of a bleeder

Luciano liked his girls young
Cuz he hated pubes on his tongue
So he trolled the Sunday School lot
sucking on 9 year old twat
And he died with hymen-filled lungs

Hope you liked them. Oh, and before I get out of here, Luke R. came up with a title of a sexual position called "The Three-Legged Pillow." I don't know what that is, but I think it should involve an amputee. Any ideas?

VIVA EL MUSTACHE!