Emergency
David's creative juices have run dry! I fear a proportionate decrease in heckling content, followed by trembling, cold sweats, and finally a conversion to conservative politics.
Somebody dial 999!
posted by Little Green Potato at 11:54 AM
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Day one without tequila
I awoke before lunch. The intensity of light was incredible, and the birds were singing too loud. I walked downstairs without falling and turned off the ice maker on the fridge. I fear I will not be needing it for a while.
I poured myself a glass of water (a mixer more usually taken with whisky). Further experimentation showed that if I drank double the amount of diet tonic the aspartame made up for the lack of gin.
And so it begins: comment moderation. What's the first thing to go in a dictatorship? That's right - the free press. The potato revolutionary has become the spud tyrant. Maybe I should rescind all previous calls for you to attain political office. I've seen the future and now I'm scared.
I knew it would be thus -- the irritability, the liberal flailing. I don't know if 2-day international air express would be enough to save you in time!
P.S. I turned on comment moderation because I had a vile piece of comment spam on "Splashes of Red."
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