Okay, okay, okay. How are you going to say this? Keith, could you, umm, well today is the end of daylight savings, so, umm, you sort of woke me up. Yeah, that'll work, maybe. Wait, what the hell. Is that a McCain sign on the door? Alright, Keith. There shall be no mercy.
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Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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