I can smell you from here, Fitz, you drunk ass. I just went through and corrected the thousands of typos in your post. Let me guess, Chimay Bleu and two packs of Rothmans? Sounds like that kind of night. Do us all a favor and take that nappy white linen suit that you passed out in to the dry cleaners, you sweat stained mother fucker.

Re: How Lame Does It Get? and the Andrew Sullivan 'meta-blog'--I'm not a talking head, chillymost, I only listen to them. Fear of Music, baby! Now if you'll excuse me I've got some tags to put up.