And maybe you caught this tweet from my Doppelgänger:
major shout out 2-nite to my twin brother from another mother. 100,000 hits! #loyalmcboner #denzel #handsomestmanalive
We promised to mark the occasion by inaugurating the newest official member of the McBone Cast and Crew. Hopeful McBoners have waited over a week for the announcement. Can you blame them for their impatience? After all, the C&C is sparsely populated, and it's no small feat getting in. The fact is, more people have landed on the moon than have entered our hallowed and immortal halls.
We did not take this consideration lightly, but after weeks of deliberations, the answer became clear.
The newest member of our Cast and Crew is Spronk.
|Spronk, pictured with the McBonerito and my sometimes-elegant wife.|
But there's more to Spronk than a rancid lunch. Spronk is an intellectual, a geek, a web designer, a fashionista, a photographer and a baker. Oh, the magical things that happen when Spronk mixes some ordinary ingredients and puts them in the oven. Why, here's a picture of scone she baked earlier today:
I ate the living hell out of that delicious scone. Oh, and she just happens to make the best goddam pie in Indiana.
More to the point, Spronk has been our very dearest friend since we took up residence at McBone Manor in 2008. We've shared countless meals and a million laughs. She suffers through the Oscars with us every single year. She is the McBonerito's favorite babysitter, and, it bears repeating, she makes the best pie I've tasted since my old gran baked her last.
Mostly though, when we think about Spronk, we think about the glass container with its distended blue lid.
So congratulations, Spronk, the newest star in the McBoniverse. You deserve it. We're going to miss you when we go. Perhaps you can swing by one last time. And maybe, just maybe, we can persuade you to finally take home that science experiment of a putrefied leftover fucking lunch!
McBone odds and ends at 100,000:
Last week also marked our 30,000th hit originating from a Google search of trough urinals.
To date, not one person has lost their virginity while reading or because of reading McBone.
Former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher logged on to McBone (hit #100,104) seconds before her fatal stroke.