Today was not pedestrian.
The natives were cavorting without recognition of Third World Turmoil.
The Presidential debates had shifted into High Grade Maudlin Disaster.
The Superfriends ate my hot peppers. I was reminded, nightmarishly, of years 1983-1994.
I don’t need to endure this horsesh*t.
It’s time to addle the masses…
WHERE ARE MY MAGIC MARKERS?!