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1. Remember (or not) this bit of crazy I shared with you all not so long ago? Same person, same bathroom, but different day, different flavor of crazy:
This time I, your bran-eating, underpaid, oh-God-what-am-I-getting-X-for-Christmas chronicler of modern life without a cellphone, was sitting in the serenity of the bathroom stall minding and doing my own business, when enter stage right an unknown personage occupies the stall next to me. And not unlike those annoying people who decide to talk to you while you are in the stall--this confessional, if you will, of one's bowel system--said unknown peep exclaimed: "OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY!", thus revealing her crazy identity. And that was it; then she was gone.
I assume this meant that things went...well (although initially I feared flatulence that would cause a fault line from here to Maine). I mean, my cat gets excited doing number 2, but adults? Usually notsomuch.
2. A Newsweek profile of the Great Maddow tells us about Rachel's first date with her partner--it's a classic, dewy-eyed bit of romance, lesbian style: "Their first date was at a shooting range—they fired muskets, pistols and rifles and threw tomahawks. [Susan] Mikula says Maddow was so 'unbelievable' with the AR-15 that people stopped to watch." (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adastranot, sweetie, keep your pants on!)
Goddamn, Rachel, if anyone could turn Sarah Palin it would be YOU! I bow to your superior butchitude.
3. You knew this game was coming. Frankly, I would not waste my Doc Martens on him.
This time I, your bran-eating, underpaid, oh-God-what-am-I-getting-X-for-Christmas chronicler of modern life without a cellphone, was sitting in the serenity of the bathroom stall minding and doing my own business, when enter stage right an unknown personage occupies the stall next to me. And not unlike those annoying people who decide to talk to you while you are in the stall--this confessional, if you will, of one's bowel system--said unknown peep exclaimed: "OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY!", thus revealing her crazy identity. And that was it; then she was gone.
I assume this meant that things went...well (although initially I feared flatulence that would cause a fault line from here to Maine). I mean, my cat gets excited doing number 2, but adults? Usually notsomuch.
2. A Newsweek profile of the Great Maddow tells us about Rachel's first date with her partner--it's a classic, dewy-eyed bit of romance, lesbian style: "Their first date was at a shooting range—they fired muskets, pistols and rifles and threw tomahawks. [Susan] Mikula says Maddow was so 'unbelievable' with the AR-15 that people stopped to watch." (
adastranot, sweetie, keep your pants on!) Goddamn, Rachel, if anyone could turn Sarah Palin it would be YOU! I bow to your superior butchitude.
3. You knew this game was coming. Frankly, I would not waste my Doc Martens on him.
