In July I went on a trip with my two besties*. This annual event is usually spent laughing, complaining, and cruising the internet. Others haven't understood how or why we could waste so much time, but we do, and we love it. Anyway, this time it paid off: our** whining has found its home in the ones and zeroes of McSweeney's:
* I am not a fan of the word "besties" mostly because it reminds of "beasties," which these two are definitely not, if you exclude days of the month coinciding with PMS, and mornings before they've had coffee.
** (Bart Shuler is responsible for the first one.)