Amber & CRD's Biznuss

Hello, dear Internals Plural readers. It's me, ALH, sometimes guest blogger for CRD while he is away in Florida. Or is he?

I felt horrible about letting him down yesterday by not getting around to guest blogging, and then I started to ask myself Don't they have Internet in Florida?

I mean, sometimes I blog from Splashing Laundromat, which is, in some ways, way more remote than Florida.

And then I read this article in the Mail Online. And I noticed the "coincidences" just piling up. CRD is "away," "someplace without Internet," and he "doesn't answer his cell phone."

Remind you of anyone? I think by "business trip" CRD means "three day bender with some mountain gorillas." The facts speak for themselves.

Amber & Fish House Punch

Every other year, when Amber lives on Avenue B and all is right in the world, she has a very warm holiday party which I attend. One year I left the leather pants at home and brought my friend Paul.

That year Amber decided to serve Fish House Punch. My exhaustive internet research indicates this was invented in that leap year of 1732, the same year that George Washington was born. It was served at Gentlemen's Parties to help them escape domestic tribulation. I know it helped me and Paul escape sobriety. We had a bit too much mirth that night, from what I can recall.

Later, we realized that we had inadvertently brought the Abominable Snowman home with us.
Danger!