Who we is!

We're new. We're youngish. We're hip. Well, at the very least one of us is (hint: Ned ain't the hip one). That makes it worth it, right? It's your visit. It's you. It's a mention to your therapist that you found a little corner on the information highway road that makes you look completely sane. Remember when you did that thing with the cat? Well, that wasn't shit. You found this new, youngish, hip bunch of lefty or centrist or mildly right-leaning nuts that make Richard Simmons look like a square.

You're therapist will ask, because that's what the dude/ladydude gets paid for, to act like he/she isn't thinking about a three-way with Yoko Ono and party animal Ted Haggard (who's the one that needs help? you? me? i think not - it's the ladydude/dude across from you with the fancy writing pen, man!), after you've mumbled along about parallel parking and dog walks, "yeah, well, hey, what was that about Stuff Po" in that delayed oh, of course I was listening, because this is so interesting kind of way.

What will you say? What! I don't know, but if I, we, have any say in your personal goings-on you'll turn, look directly into ladydude/dude's over-paid eyes and in your best, bravest (think Meg Ryan) voice you'll say, "Stuff Po is, well, it's silly, wait, they wouldn't use that word - it's sophisiticated and pretentious and advanced and, well, the shit's all about stuff. You know how I was going on earlier about trying to park before I took my dog, Freddy, for a walk, well, it's kind of like that, but not."

Note: Stuffington Post has nothing to with stuffed bears, although we love bears. And, we love stuffing. A ton!