Now he said, "Sic'em, boy!", but what I heard was, "Chopper, sic balls!"

This is fucking hysterical. So I waited as long as I possibly could, amidst a sofa-tight crowd of very loud baseball-loving fans. And I FINALLY, quite frankly, had to pee.

So I left my computer unattended (and beer, you decide which is more dangerous), but the bathroom is RIGHT THERE and what's a single girl to do??

So I come back, and my Dixie Chicks video has TOTALLY been replaced and I have, indeed, been Rick-Rolled. I fucking died laughing (they were delighted to see) and I related how the same thing had recently happened to Wil Wheaton. (Actually, upon review, I apologize, it was Wil Wheaton who did the Rick-Rolling, my bad.)

Good times, beer is.