At this point I think it’s been fairly well-documented that I want to crown Sarah Palin as prom queen and then dump a bucket of moose blood over her at the Vice Presidential debate.
Fortunately, I don’t have to watch alone tonight. Brian is going to be home late, and I was worried that if I spent 45 minutes watching the debate by myself, I’d bite my pants in half and drink all the bourbon. Luckily I found a local town where they’re showing it in a movie theatre. A movie theater! Full of similarly tweaked-out liberals! What could go wrong?
I’ll let you know what happens.
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chadhend
Haha, that is a fun idea, watching the deabte in a movie theater. And much better than biting your pants in half, whatever that might entail, haha.
leanne
That’s fantastic. Aren’t you slightly concerned that a movie theater full of horrified, tweaked-out liberals might end similarly to the prom scene, post-moose blood?
Maybe you should screen for telekinetic abilities at the door. Also, I suggest bringing spare pants.
Anne
I think you had the right idea. Watching on my own is not going well. I just want to instinctively smack her and I don’t know why.