From Susie Bright's blog:

How much would you bet that Reverend Ted Haggard falls off the wagon in the very near future?

I'm serious. I know he just got a big check to shut up and leave town, but you know what he likes to spend his money on! Tick-tock, gentlemen.

This guy has crusaded against gay people for years— including while he was going down on a hooker named Mike. He had President Bush's little pink ear while his community equated homosexuals with murderers and thieves. He told his wife he was going on spiritual writing retreats while he was getting laid in Boys Town, dreaming about twinkie-orgies and scoring meth. His sex worker couldn't take it anymore when the Good Reverend started campaigning against gay marriage for the Colorado state ballot, and came forward to spill the beans.

Don't feel sorry for Mr. Haggard's privacy. Ted has now accepted a large "undisclosed amount" from his church elders in exchange for signing a confidentiality agreement and leaving town, after taking a three-week "cure" that wouldn't get rid of a cough, let alone a lifelong sexual preference for men.

Yes, it's high time to announce: The Ted Haggard Betting Pool.

We don't believe Ted's commitment to the straight and narrow is going to last, and we're willing to put money on it.

All pool proceeds will be split 50/50 between the winner(s), and LYRIC, the "young, loud, and proud" San Francisco youth group dedicated building LGBTQQ community and inspiring social change.

It's fun! It's for charity!

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eta: Um, since it's Susie Bright, some images are NSFW.

Holy shitballs, you guys, this bread is AWESOME. I've never made bread before!

Go you, Jesse! Welcome to the world of awesome. So much better than storebought.

Our neighbor just rang our doorbell. She has sewage leaking over her dining room floor.

I was wondering what that smell was.

Holy shitballs?

Huh?

Clear the car now, sara, because then tomorrow there will be less to clear.

Oh yuck, Dana.

Holy shitballs?

It's... extra emphatic?

Now I feel like trying regular knead bread. Since I now have yeast in the house.

Heh. If I was a betting woman I would totally put money down in Susie Bright's pool.

Mmmmmmm, bread.

I'm still fighting a stupid head cold. Luckily (for carefully defined values of luck) it's cold, rainy, and basically icky here, so slounging around on the couch in my robe is easily the best thing I could be doing with my afternoon.

Not reading carefully, my first thought was that Dana was prophetic. But then I went back and it was Jesse who invoked fecal matter.

As soon as my hair is dried, I'm taking the trash out and making the first pass at the car. There's some wind starting. Which means the trees are doing massive snow dumps. I don't want to walk under then.

Aaaand it's leaking into our house now. Oh, joy.

Oh, ick, Dana.