One of these days I'm going to just buy some sort of ICBM from an ex-Soviet Republic state and launch it at or around your house. Partly because now I have sitting at the top of my friends page, as I sit here and check my lj in a public libr-
Dubya tee eff. There's two guys wiping condensation from the windows. They're standing on bloody tables in the middle of a goddamn library and wiping condensation from the windows, while people study two feet away. It's like some surrealist art exhibition where there isn't actually a painting, just two mimes discussing (using a combination of chalkboards and hand gestures) where the painting went, and rich people standing around pretending to enjoy and appreciate the show because they paid $2500 to get in here and they'd be damned if it looked like they weren't enjoying it.
Anyway, because apparantly it's important to enter into the spirit of the thing....*takes a step to the left*
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One of these days I'm going to just buy some sort of ICBM from an ex-Soviet Republic state and launch it at or around your house. Partly because now I have sitting at the top of my friends page, as I sit here and check my lj in a public libr-
Dubya tee eff. There's two guys wiping condensation from the windows. They're standing on bloody tables in the middle of a goddamn library and wiping condensation from the windows, while people study two feet away. It's like some surrealist art exhibition where there isn't actually a painting, just two mimes discussing (using a combination of chalkboards and hand gestures) where the painting went, and rich people standing around pretending to enjoy and appreciate the show because they paid $2500 to get in here and they'd be damned if it looked like they weren't enjoying it.
Anyway, because apparantly it's important to enter into the spirit of the thing....*takes a step to the left*