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Ok, seriously, splurfing is not as dirty as it sounds. It’s gross and juvenile, but not dirty. I was sitting in my Classroom Management class tonight and since we meet in the computer lab and I surf the net the entire time the professor is lecturing (though, oddly, I actually maintain a high level of participation in the class nonetheless), I was checking the comments in this new blog o’ mine.

Well, look, a comment by Mr. Fabulous. I’d forgotten that:

1. He makes me feel silly
2. I’m jealous that he lives in Gainesville (please wave at my old house the next time you pass Rock Creek on 34th)
3. I’ll randomly remember that his Lap Bunnies creep people out and then have to deal with the odd looks I get in public for my loud burst of seemingly unprovoked laughter
4. I wonder if it’s weird that I kinda sorta have a crush on him, but only when he’s in drag

So I meandered on over to check out said comment. And I giggled. OK, nobody seemed to notice. Then I found my way over to Fabby’s Pointless Drivel. And I splurfed. Yes, the water I was drinking shot right out of my nose. He’s that funny. I lost all credibility in my class, but I picked up a useful tip I can certainly use when I write my next 5th grade lesson plan for science.