Actually this should be Punderdome III, but since I declined to blog about that one I decided to confuse everyone instead.
Once again I made a valiant effort to compete in that most Brooklyn-y of Brooklyn events, the monthly Punderdome. My so-called friend insisted I use the most demeaning pun name possible (My Little Punny) which prompted several people to approach me and excitedly declare themselves 'bronies' or ask if I knew what bronies were (which, even if I knew before, I know a great deal more detail now).
This time we didn't have the joy of seeing one of the contestants moon the audience, but at least one person competed in drag.
BUT, the really important thing is that I made it past the first round. I did have the advantage of much more useful themes: Saturday morning cartoons (I enjoyed playing in the sandbox as a child. I used to have all kinds of tiny dunes adventures) and birds (You're robin me blind! I have bills to pay!) If these trends continue, I should be winning the damn thing in two or three months.
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Congratulations, or something.
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