Remember when bipping was harmless entertainment between bloggers? You would send out a few Lenny Harris dupes, he would send you back a bunch of Eric Chavez cards (because everyone has those), and you'd each enjoy a hearty chuckle. Then people started getting e-bipped. Then the bip-master was assaulted with 210 Dave Gallaghers by a prospector gone bad. Things are getting crazy. The other day I was bipped by someone who doesn't even have a blog. Really. This is how I know that bipping has jumped the shark. It's not trendy anymore. It's like when you saw your grandmother do the Macarena. OK, that's a poor example. The Macarena was never cool. But you get my point. Bipping has escaped into the general population. This is totally out of our control now. If I catch folks at the nursing home down the street bipping each other with the seven of clubs, I am going to freak. So, anyway, the non-blogger in question is/was my good buddy Max. You may have read yesterday ...
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