Yes, it's another inane, somewhat inappropriate, and often times sleep-inducing report of my happenings during the last Diversity Weekend.

Warning: The following is about as informative and entertaining as a head of cabbage.

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We gassed up the Yipmobile, made sure Barbie was safely ensconced by the front license plate (a trick I learned from Mitt Romney and his canine friend) and loaded everyone else inside. Queen Diva Luscious and Mrs. Manners bitched at each other all the way to Eureka. I knew it would happen. When those two get together, it's exceedingly painful for the rest of us.

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