Hey kittenpantsers!

Lots of great things have happened since the last issue was published. For instance:

1. We've gotten interviews with Tenacious D, Jon Benjamin, and Andy Richter (I've been called the next "Byron Allen!")

2. I kicked minor ass in the annual poker tournament (last one to be eliminated before finals). Score!

3. Someone I don't know sent me this letter for no reason:

Whenever I see John Lithgow, even though I know he is an actor playing a roll, I just go so filthy angry. I mean, you know, from FOOTLOOSE and all. they are just fucking kids, for christ. Take the fucking stick out of your fucking ass and let them dance. True enough, it soemtimes leads to more serious, or "dirty" dancing -- and yes sometimes group sex -- but Jesus John....its just fucking dancing. Its not like its fucking bowling. Now that is the devil's work. Sorry. But truly, I feel better. How are you?

Okay, so really only three great things happened. It was still some very good times.

Then Chris Weber announced he is moving to Seattle.

Fuck!

This put quite a damper on my mood, so I buried myself in work and pushed this issue out right on time (quite an amazing feat, actually).

This issue is chocked full of articles, some new contributors, and some really funny shit. The title was inspired by a lady that Miss K and I saw trying to hail a cab. She was making duck-bill-quacking hands (BOTH hands!).

Prizes come to s/he who names the next issue. Send your ideas here. That's all.

There goes the neighborhood.
xoxo,
kittenpants

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