And on that note, I go lay down with a book. Egghaustion has set in.

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Eventually, we'll wind up poaching jokes from one another.

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A homemade taco ring can alleviate the most foul of moods.

Okay. Taxes done at last minute per usual.

I do NOT want to talk about it.

Goes to fetch bourbon

The very idea of regulation makes me nervous. The idea of zero regulation in their case gives me similar pause.

We're really in a pickle when you think about it. I don't see a happy ending at all.

No-one bothered to make another pot of coffee so I am definitely not on a list labeled 'Alert'.

Off to have a "Please don't tell someone I might be interested in buying a tractor that was made at roughly the time Elvis Presley started puberty" conversation.

He means well but this is getting annoying.

I call the one that that lives two houses down, "Harold". You live in Germany, do you not? Have you ever spent any time here?

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Scrambles to rebut that

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They weren't lobbing abuse at each other 24/7 back then because, unlike the Internet, there were consequences for that behavior.

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