I must warn you…

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I must warn you that I’m going on about forty-five minutes of sleep since two days ago, have consumed nothing but caffeinated beverages, a turkey sandwich, two oranges and a bag of chocolate chip cookies today, and have another blog post to do over at Ayyyy before I crash, so this could get weird.
Oh yeah, and I worked on the election all day, as a polling clerk in a mobile poll. And it’s a full moon tonight, Hunter’s Moon, Blood Moon.
I was absolutely crushed not to be in charge of the polling place at the city jail, but oh well, you can’t have everything! How would you keep it fresh? Polling at two assisted-living communities and a women’s shelter were interesting enough to fill the day. It’s not every day you meet a fellow who was in the Normandy invasion (not the one in 1066, the later one, going in the other direction).
Not in the women’s shelter.

srsly

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Bits of what? one might ask…

Quiz: what should you name your boobs

Never let it be said that I failed to pander.


You Should Call Your Boobs


Skull and Crossbones

Actually, I don’t call mine anything at all. It’s not as if they’re going to pay attention to you when you do that anyway.

Bill Gates is a Complete Dick

It’s true! It’s a fact. You can see for yourself! Continue reading

Innsmouth Family Photos

Innsmouth family snaps

Innsmouth family snaps

Awww, you can see the resemblance. But is Uncle Bob diddling himself with a tentacle? I’m a-skeert to look closer.