Makeover!

Flash is right. We gotta bring this disaster back on track! But, you know, still keep it a disaster. Although, I think it's fair to say that if the people she seems to be spending a lot of time around make it a habit to run around shooting pistols in the air occasionally dressed as Santa, her judgment might be a little off. On second thought, considering the crowd I hang with in DC and the recent repeal of the district's handgun ban, that same scenario is probably not too far off in my future. Also, WHAT A NICE DISASTEROUS LIFE YOU'RE LIVING, FLASH!

Kudos.

Anyway, this special looking guy in the above pic is what this post is all about, and he is our savior. And he just found out. Yesterday. But I think he'll need a bit more convincing that being one's savior is no simple request that one can accept or deny. No. It's part of one's destiny and soul and cannot be rejected, much like video games and beer and all-things-german and home depot and kickball and Pennsylvania and cigars. It's the same thing. Handy Andy, the IT guy is going to transfer (effortlessly, of course) all the disasters from this blogspot website to our new home at www.onehotdisaster.com!! Yea for Andy!

Yea for Andy and yea for Flash, who, true to her psuedonym, has decided to send tastefully inappropriate titty pics to our beloved Andy, of her titties. Big, bouncy, beautiful and soon-to-snag-a-harry-potter-look-a-like titties. For the blog. For Laughs. For Jesus.

Sooo, keep on the look out for the big switcharoo ("switcharoo" was not flagged by spellcheck!?! really?) coming as soon as Andy recovers from the titties and fulfills his destiny. WE'RE BACK, HEATHENS.