Tuesday, April 11, 2006

I feel bleech, oh so bleech, oh so bleechy, and bleecchy and bleccch.

Future dictators are not supposed to get stomach viruses. Trying to throw up gracefully yet authoritively makes us less credible to the starving masses after all. If I believed in a decentralised system of governance, now would be the time to invest all my power in my dog.

PATTOTE - Better living through valoid, immodium, buscopan and anything else small and pill-like.

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