Graaaaaainnnns... Graaaaaiiinnnssss...
I know, I know. I didn't write it, I just laughed at it.
The above picture is my submission to a contest at J!NX, of which Sam informed me.
In less surprising news, I received two more hits from the IRS this week. Someone looking at the archives. I'm tired of being angry about it, so instead I'll just start posting IRS secrets. Hey, I'm beyond my two year "vow of silence" they make you take. Most people who take it probably don't even remember doing so. I do, because that's the way my brain works. I remember all sorts of crap I don't need, and forget where I left my pants. (Yes, again.) I won't post anything too drastic. Just little things. Like tolerance amounts. Hey... maybe I can post it in code! That'll drive them wild trying to find it, and subsequently decode it! Cool! Better drink your Ovaltine, kids. Gotta get that decoder ring. Not that it'll help, ya bastards, but who can resist rich chocolatey Ovaltine?
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OK, Wontar, I know you're not going to like this. I'm sorry. There aren't eight bloggers I talk to enough to skip asking you to do this. Anyway, you've been tagged.
"Graaaaaainnnns...Graaaaaiiinnnssss.."
That was too funny.
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