Drat. Brief T-Storm. That means I have to pay more taxes to the corrupt philandering Martin O'Malley. He's using spy satellites to assess my property even now. No really. It's not the paranoid delusion getting beamed through my Mad-Maxian colander headgear that makes me say that, he is actually using spy satellites. Rain.
Hey, Look
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It's eleven at night and the cat wants me to go to bed so much that
he's trying to steal things off desks so I'll chase him down the hall to my
bedroo...
6 hours ago


1 comment:
This would be funny if it weren't so depressing.
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