Dudes!
I catapulted my dad into the 21st century on Sunday by giving him a Chromebook for Father's Day (hope all you Papas out there had a good one!) and spent 7.5 hours (yes, seven and a half hours) showing him the basics of computers, e-mail, and the Interwebz. And I didn't lose my cool with him,
not even once!
(Do y'all know how fucking exhausting it is to keep your cool with a close relative for 7.5 hours?)
(For me?)
not even once!
(Do y'all know how fucking exhausting it is to keep your cool with a close relative for 7.5 hours?)
(For me?)
(That's. Fucking. Exhausting!)
So for this week's post I'm asking y'all to do the work, since I couldn't (OK, OK—since I didn't plan ahead and ran out of time to write a proper blog post on Sunday because I'm wickedly lazy, fine, fine, I admit it. Go on, rat me out to the Blogosphere Overlords, if you absolutely must.). Check out this epic rap battle between Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King and let me know in the comments:
Who's YOUR daddy...
of HORROR???
of HORROR???