Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav...
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Maybe we should set up some sort of entryway to her mind.
We could call it "Being Michelle Malkin"
Imagine the weird scary shit going on in that mind.
Actually this sorta kinda makes me want to go vote for McCain.
And we all know that she is posturing around her McCain hate speech.
What a witch.
i wonder what happens to Ann and Rush if McCain wins (god forbid!) do they melt
Actually, this has to be some weird reverse psychology or they've just moved a NHL franchise down to Hades.
Very clever response by writeprocrastinator and the NHL in Hades. I'd send him a nickel, every time I use it.
We over here on the evil left really would like you to stay in your cave and just do your little rants from there.
It's all yours, unless I forget and put it in a short story, some six months from now.
They have already. It's called Anaheim.