Why Don't You Love Me Anymore, Readers?
What is the point of a content challenge that snowballs into my production of lots and lots of content for your reading enjoyment if you don't bother to comment me? I know, I know, the stupid "word verification" part of adding a comment is a big fat pain in the ass. And I know I have no right to ask you to comment anyway, since you rightly suspect that as soon as the weather gets better I will abandon you for my garden, leaving you without any way to waste time at the office.
But still, darlings. But still.
Okay, well, don't comment. But at least call your Senators about Alito. And also to tell them to do their damn jobs, for chrissake.
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Well, I still do, anyway. And I just called our senators, too.
Thank you, my love. You are my very sweet husband, and I love you too. [bystanders: gagging noises]
I was going to - oops. Better find another entry.
Get a room! I would have commented, but I was busy vomiting out of my nose. Hey, wow, your content verification word is "lofah." That's almost "loofah" or "lohan."
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