Guess what: Spacebee and I are engaged. We went down to Miami for her Golden Birthday and soon enough I was down on one knee offering her a lifetime of love, support, and Friday night fish frys. Kneel down, serfs, and honor your new queen. She may rule whazzmaster.com with an iron fist, or she may hide in the shadows to avoid court intrigue; we don’t know yet.
We’re staying at the Trump International resort on the beach– that guy with the ridiculous hair makes a pretty fancy hotel. We are also the only Americans staying here; everyone else is French or Brazilian.
BEach, ya heard?!
UPDATE: Here’s some pictures of the trip…