WIN. WIN. And more WIN.

A trifecta of awesomeness: Happy Bats sale, best! pizza! ever!, and the BCCCS goes even greener.

Hot slice-on-slice action at Uncle Fatih's, corner of Broadway and Commercial. Yes, the slices really are THAT loaded with quality toppings; chunks of their [famously] roasted potato on the slice in back, and marinated spinach and artichoke hearts, olives & peppers on the sexy piece in front....all that plus a pop for four bucks even. That's four bucks CANADIAN. I know! Unfuckingbelievable. [Oh yeah, there's cheese on there too. Duh.]


No more plastic baggies in the landfill! BCCCS introduced cellulose baggies [right] this month, which will break down in 30 days if you compost them or simply bury them in your garden. Also: gifted with one of only 500 airtight tins for stash. Yay!


Happy Bats Cinema's cool t-shirts [and hoodies] are half off..so what are you waiting for? Buy buy buy! You can never have too many black t-shirts, and the 12.50 price tag rocks pretty hard too. I got three tees, one in each design [couch bats; director bat; pirate bats] AND a hoody for $70. Sweet!

I can't promise you'll get it by inauguration day

...but, as the website points out, the shirt is still valid for four to eight years. The only reason I'm not sporting an "Obama on a Unicorn" tee right now is the fact that Chris Bishop doesn't get that fat babes love Obama, too. Buy buy buy at chrisbishop.com! But only if you can wedge your girly self into a size large. Fuck, fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

I wouldn't want to mess with either of 'em

God, I love a sale almost as much as I love glarkware.com [anyone who makes an infant's tee-shirt reading "Dingo snack" is alright by me, and even makes me wish I had kids]. I *don't* love when the sale happens *after* blowing a sizable wad [ew, there must be a better way to say that] of cash on the same merchandise only the week before. Still, a $6 tee more than makes up for the ones I spent $20 on. I shall be the stylingest fatty around. The only one I won't be able to sport at work [or in front of my gran] is the bad girl from the Double F Ranch, flipping the bird with both hands. We've all had days like that, but still there's no point in being written out of the will on *both* sides of the family. Again.