Today’s Leap Year Snack Day here in my office. (Yeah, I know, civil servants will use ANY EXCUSE AT ALL to bring food to work.) Between this weekend’s Cholesterol/Alcohol Fest and the crap I’m shoving into my beer spout today, I should be somewhere around 4500 square miles.
My application for statehood should be put before Captiol Hill soon, so anyone who desires a career in politics may want to polish up their resumes.
“I’ll give you guys a dollar if you make out right now.”
-Vblaise, coaxing forth the mating ritual of reluctant Dopers.