And now I venture into the fray.
Yep, about to leave to go stand in line to score a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.  I'm got my fake British accent and my best snarky douche face on, so, yours truly is about to score some BPD nerd girl poontang.  I'm just doing it for the (hopefully legal) chicks,  I really could care less about the book, seeing as how "the carpet book" is most likely the real deal and it's an utter pile of shit.  Besides, no one would be standing in line at my local Food World, seeing as how it's a <i>motherfucking grocery store</i> and ordinarily doesn't sell any books other than horoscopes and quickie true-crime books (Maybe there's one about Benoit already, I mean, all they'd have to do was read the special editions of the WON and translate from Meltzer-speak to proper English grammar) and I could buy it there at 6 am tomorrow morning with no hassle whatsoever.  And I will do exactly that after I lay major pipe in someone I'll never see again.  Did I mention I did this when the last book (which I downloaded illegally and never really bought) came out and the sex was amazing?

After that, I'll probably go protest at the abortion clinic (Flip Benham's in town!  YAY!) and scream at some innocent women for a few hours.

Then I'm getting some top-shelf booze and mixing me a pitcher of $4000 Hats while writing my next post.  Thank God for spellcheck.