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Wednesday, November the 5th at 9:30 AM in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Eight (2 weeks, 1 day ago)
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hen, in the course of human events, one finds that opening the refrigerator at work presents them with the odor of a very fresh, very large Sharpie marker, one must breath deeply of the need to clean the fridge.
Or grab a Mt. Dew and back quickly away.
The United States held its presidential elections last night, and Barack Obama ran away with it. It's an inarguable, historic election, even if I flatly disagree with most of Obama's stated positions (wait...is "Yes we can" a position? It's a little open ended, but hey, if it gets you elected...). Sally and I were pretty far apart on this one, but she doesn't assign messianic overtones to the president-elect and I allow for the possibility that he won't presage the Apocalypse. She and I can discuss politics reasonably, even as we hurl feces at each other like two agitated monkeys.
TIme will tell. If you need me, I'll be getting high off the fridge.
3 Comments
1
2 weeks ago
Mmmmm.... sharpies.
2
1 week, 6 days ago
I had never thought of flinging feces, darn it, that would be much more entertaining than my usual method of arguing about politics, baseless accusations and bewildering metaphores.
3
1 week, 6 days ago
It might only be one of us tossing smelly projectiles...

If ya got it, fling it.
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