Sorry for the OT. I can't post an article from Kos here, so you'll have to follow this link to the funniest damn story ever:
OK, SOMEbody has some 'splainin' to do.
I intended to be there at YKos. In fact, I actually made reservations and registered and everything. It was VERY late when I got off work last night. I got on a plane, landed, checked into my hotel last night -- woke up. I'm in friggin' Dubuque, Iowa.
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2006/6/10/134151/692
Funny--but how does one get on a plane for Las Vegas, when the flight info. posted everywhere in the airport says Des Moines? You just can't make this stuff up. Stupid is as stupid does.
Clearly, my trust in my ex's new boyfriend, the travel agent, was misplaced.
ROFLMAO! I think someone's having some fun at the expense of Kos's moonbat kids -- only it's going way over their heads.
ROFLMAO! Dubuque? The first insightful post on Kos.