Sometime last night, Big Ben had a dream about PittGirl.
Sometime last night, a group of pigeons gathered on the roof of the Circle Bar in Market Square to plot their next attack on PittGirl because someone tipped them off that she was installing a robotic falcon on her purse.
Sometime last night, Lukey stood in front of his mirror and practiced saying a whole sentence without saying “move forward.”
Sometime last night, I DID NOT EAT A HO HO.
Sometime last night, the Burgh Blog received its 500,000th documented hit.
And I STILL haven’t heard from David Conrad. My God, if anything should motivate him to hunt me down and beg me to be his best friend, this should be it.
My goal is to get to one million hits by tomorrow, so you know, start hitting that refresh button people. :D