06 June 2008
8 oh. bam!
it's effing hot out there. and there's all kinds of noise and tourists and rain and delayed trains and that funky white fuzz floating about in the air. so there's a whole heap of reasons why we might get so distracted by the ridiculously long and winding friday noontime wrigley shuttle line to our right that we would almost miss the presidential candidate speaking to our left.
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cool beans. but I've like, totally spoken to him, on more than one occassion. before he was famous. we're like totally buds. Sometimes he calls me and I come over and watch a white sox / Indians game just because he likes having an opposing viewpoint 'cause he's bipartisan like that. Then I get bulletproof SUV's back to Oldtown.
Beats my relationship with McCain. He caught me nicking his Sunday Times from his front porch, shook his fist at me muttering, "Smithers, release the hounds!"
I never did get my frisbee back.
you're hanging with jonathan saf fo tonite aren't you? dread pirate dougO, friend to the stars.
no, we had a falling out. he never even calls anymore.
aw. heavy boots.
i've thought this for some time now, but Obama always looks rather impeccable in a suit. It makes me think of Barney and i want to yell, "Suit up!"
if we're honest with ourselves, i think that is the very definition of charisma: the ability to properly pull off a suit.
I would vote for Obama if he could properly use a set of Swordchucks.
now THAT, sir, is way to capture my complete and UNDIVIDED attention.
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