Mornin’ folks. As I cannot face unmitigated reality for more than a few hours at a time, and I spent most of Saturday at work doing the work thing, I spent the balance of the weekend in the escapist fantasy of Fallout: New Vegas, because I haven’t yet had the stomach to get the evil ending (i.e. siding with the slaver nation against the rest of civilization). As I’m starved for new content until there’s another Skyrim, I’ve dived back into this particular game with gusto. Ah, video games. I’m going to miss them when the EMPocalypse destroys all our modern electronics and we never hear from each other again.
Until that time, know that you are precious to me, and wonder about what good you’ll be to the world when the power goes out for a few decades.
Now, let’s get our hair in order.
Time to quit hanging around.
Get some good advice.
Learn some vital truth.
Pull on some clothes.
Face the day.
Stretch out and get limber.
Then look at Monday, and laugh right in its face.
Filed under: 9/11 Bush's fault, American Hero, Beauty Personified, bushmcchimpyhitlerhalliburton, Citrus Ursine Weiner Beverage, Don't Talk Shit About Total, FUCK SALT!!!, FUCK YOU ICE, fucking genius, Help me Regis, homophobe, I Love You Peeps, Lemon Bear Dick Punch, Lesbians, POON!, pron, racist, right wing rethuglican, She-Meat, Sodium Chloride Fornication, Someone needs a sandwich, TurtleFacePlant, wing nut wingnut, you might be gay if you like this, YOU WISH, You're gonna love my nuts
