I am an evil giraffe. Who no longer blogs about politics.
There’s a clause, however, that this rule can be nagated once a century when the moon is in the eighth house…
What if I find myself in a flannel onesie with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand? Then what? Huh? Huh?
Drink the hot chocolate.
I was going to suggest reinforcing the hot chocolate with peppermint Schnapps, but .. reinforced pajama boy may result.
It seems that I have found myself in camo with a shotgun in my hand, so the nightmare scenario is averted.
My family generally all agree on politics, so we probably will be talking about it.
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