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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