What a day, what a week, what a year. The country? Who's talking about the country? Snarkopolitan needed its own stimulus package. Mrs. Polly bailed out for quite a while, and all sorts of ridiculous events (RNC Convention, anyone?) transpired, Mrs. Polly curled up in bed with a bottle of sherry and said, "Supercollider, do your stuff. If it takes Palin with me, I'm ready to go. Bring on the Black Holes! At last, for a nanosecond, I'll be tall and thin."
But what sort of attitude is that? No sort of attitude for a New York born survivalist. And SHE happened. Sarah Palin. She can dress a moose.
But I can dress her.
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