My wife is going to kill me. Gee, THANKS, Constant Reader Crawford.
PS: Anybody who Kickstarts this one: I’d take it as a personal favor if you tell the guy that the alternate game that you’d want a poster of was In Nomine.
…All I’d care about is whether the dogs are likely to start drunkenly shouting about the Islanders, then vomit all over the seats. No? Then leave me alone; some of us are trying to sleep, here. The dog gets this; why can’t you?
— Sissy Willis (@SissyWillis) April 21, 2013
…so don’t wear Milk-bone underwear*.
Well. That entire ‘Romney’s dog on the car roof’ thing didn’t really go the way that Team Obama intended it to, did it?
If you missed it, here’s the background: agents from Obama’s campaign team started up with that old story about the time that Mitt Romney drove cross-country with his dog in a carrying case that had been lashed to the top of the car. Said relating of said story was getting pretty well disseminated until it got pointed out that as a kid Barack Obama once ate a dog, which was then disseminated in its turn – including by agents of Romney’s campaign, which is an important point – until the Obama campaign started arguing that bringing that up was equivalent to attacking a child. Which is funny, because Barack Obama only told that story in the first place because it made him seem more exotic and transgressive; which was great for 2008, and not so great for 2012.