how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
In keeping with my tendency toward self-importance:
This week's contest tests your knowledge of my preferences in various categories. It will be shocking how many of these Kim will not know (although I'm eliminating obvious categories -- Favorite Sports Beverage -- to keep Kim from sweeping the board).
Just for simplicity in grading, I'm going to split this into thirds. (Fine: 35%/35%/30%.)
1) Favorite of Billboard's top 100 songs from 1983.
2) Favorite month. 3) Favorite name for a parish in the Diocese of Richmond. 4) Favorite severe weather watch or warning. 5) Favorite store at the Potomac Mills mall.
6) Favorite genre of houses. 7) Favorite of the 50 highest grossing movies of all time (of those I've seen).
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
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i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.