Earlier in the week, I received the following YouTube from one of your spouses. Said spouse claims to not read Tiny Cat Pants, but has apparently heard enough about it to know I would love this video.
Said spouse also clearly loves beer enough to be surfing the web looking for beer-related items.
That is your only clue.
First person to guess who it is wins. I don’t have anything for you to win, so glory will have to be enough.
I will give you a hint. Sarcastro is disqualified from winning.
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I can think of only one person trolling the internets for virtual beer while working. NEWSCOMA.
No, not Newscoma.
I thought maybe the spouse of the spouse in question would recognize said spouse’s style, but I guess we need an even bigger hint.
If you recognize this:
http://damncoolpics.blogspot.com/2008/07/tree-goats-of-morocco.html
You might want to try to win the contest.
Sarcastro’s wife, the lovely Mrs. Sarcastro?
No, good guess, though, and I guess that would seem likely from the clue. But no, I had to ask him if the spouse in question really was the spouse in question because it seemed so unlikely that the spouse in question would email me and I didn’t want to email the reader to ask in case it was a joke, so that’s why Sarcastro can’t play. He already knows the answer.
Kat’s husband?
Ooo, also a very, very good guess, but no. Think more “Someone is married to that reader?!”
(Ha, ha, no just kidding.)
Aw, duh. Exador’s wife.
You win! You win!
All this typing is getting in the way of my touchdown dance…
The tree goats of Morocco was a red herring, or what? Either that, or it was a crappy hint.
I would like it to be noted that I figured out who it was before I read the “Someone’s actually married to him?!” hint. I actually just had to think through who among the spouses didn’t actually know B. and really really liked beer.
Oh, and who knew Sarcastro….
Wow! What fun!
But why ask Sarcastro if it was me and not my hubby? What have you heard about me and Sarcastro? ha ha
Mrs. Schwartz
Exador, I was trying to rig the contest so that you could win (and so that we could all think about the Church Secretary shirtlessly wandering by trees full of goats shirtless with no shirt on, glistening muscles, um, yes, where was I?).
Mrs. Schwartz, I had Sarcastro on the phone for other reasons, so I brought it up. No worries. He rarely shares the really juicy gossip with me.
I have pictures.
Meet me in the parking garage. We’ll do an exchange.
Oh, I have heard those stories. I hope you cleared it with Mrs. Sarcastro first.
Kidding, kidding.
Exchange?
Wives or pictures? Or both?
I thought you were the one behind the camera.
We’ll need to get some kinkier people to ‘fess up here, but I don’t believe it’s technically a “wife-swap” if one man is doing both wives while the other man watches. I think that’s probably some kind of voyeur think brushing up against a cuckolding thing.
I’m talking about wife swappin!
I think your wife has more of that traditional religion than mine, so good luck with that talk.
Then again, it worked for the Mormons.
if by traditional, you mean the stoning of adulterers, then yes.
There’s a traditional religion in which your spouse gives you tons of pot if you stray? Is this a “tradition” from the 70s?
You obviously haven’t been watching ‘Swingtown’.
Check your local listings.
It’s one in which the adulterer is made so stoned that s/he can’t even move, hardly, and certainly can’t expostulate. Not coherently. But in which everything done or said to said adulterer streeeeetches ouuuuuut aaaaand siiiiiiinks iiiiintoooo theeeeeee memmmmmmmorrrrrry. So whatever the non-straying spouse does or says in condemnation has a big effect. You’ve heard the story about Willie Nelson’s wife sewing him up in the sheets and beating him up with a broom handle? That’s an example.
That’s an example.
An example for non-straying spouses EVERwhar, actually.
Eh, well, most of the straying spouses don’t smoke as much dope as Willie, and are probably harder to sew up in a sheet.