apocalypsos | (no subject)

Today is Dubya's birthday, and after I stopped wondering why that jackass deserved presents today and I didn't, I figured out the perfect present to give him on this special day. So everybody sing "Happy Birthday" really, really slowly, because I replaced all of his birthday candles with leftover M-80s and if you don't slow down, he might not get those hospital bills and third-degree burns I wasn't sure anyone else would be getting him.

(Except for you,

uberbitsch, but heck, you're seven hours away time-zone wise, if I'm counting right, and I figured I'd save you the trip. And hey, you can always see the results on Ogrish right next to the deformed baby pictures sometime this week. *g*)