First and foremost, if you have not had yourself a nice belly laugh yet today, for the love of peppermint patties check out the best protest signs of 2009. WAY GOOD.
Second, this 2010 State of the Union drinking game is premium, too, so I would take a look if I were you. And if you for some reason choose not to look at either of the above links then at least scootch your eyeballs down 1 centimeter and look at this:
"HOLD ON protestors, Imma letchu finnish, but CHAPLIN had the best Hitler mustache OF ALL TIME."Some of the best protest signs have something to do with Kanye. Go figs.
I'm a widdle bit tempted to try the SOTU drinking game... If I didn't have to think clearly in a different language at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning I probs wouldn't be writing this blog right now-- I'd be too busy lining my stomach with Wonder bread, bacon grease, and bits of sponge. Then again we are watching Le Vie en Rose tomorrow and what better way to pay homage to the late, great Edith Piaff than to wake up still drunk?
Oh, hey mom and dad. I'm just kidding, I've never woken up drunk.
No really, I haven't.
I should really go do something important. Like work on my intellectual autobiography a.k.a. 3 pages on what I think about all the livelong day. Heck knows why the prof wants it in essay form when bullet points would be so much more efficient. My intellectual autobio would probs look more or less like this:
CHEERIOS.
What am I going to wear?
Baby animals are cute.
How loudly can I sing to myself without other people hearing?
Ooh, that was too loud.
Whales.
French verbs.
Baby whales conjugating French verbs.
Oooh, man in Carhartts. I wonder if we'll get married?
Cheerios.
etc.
And now this post has gone on far to long. Imma go toodle around somewhere else and I'll leave y'all to ponder your own intellectual autobios.
Word.
p.s. I love you all very much.
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