So here's my idea: Whoever lasts longer on the dance-dance pad wins. People pledge dollars for each minute Will or I can last. DUmmies back Pitt, FReepers back me.
Now keep in mind, I'm 52 years old, and Pitt's only in his mid-30s. But I'll get back in shape and dance the pants off that wuss! (On second thought. . . .)
We can meet here in St. Louis, or there in Boston--or in Seattle or Baltimore or South Florida or a ditch in Texas, I don't care. The only thing is, Halliburton has not authorized the funds for me to go traipsing around the country, whereas Will has his wealthy Prog blog to jet him around.
Hey! Columbus, Ohio, would be about halfway between St. Louis and Boston. Maybe goodboy can put us both up at his place!
What do you say, Will? For charity! For Andy! For FReepers and DUmmies together leading the way toward peaceful coexistence and bipartisan cooperation!
"Maybe goodboy can put us both up at his place! "
Eeeewwwww...I don't think I would want to stay at goodboy's place. You wouldn't know where anything had been. But maybe I'm mixing him up with benburch...
From all of the comments I've read about Pitt's proclivity to alcohol, I might put some money on you.