Here, knock yourself out, kiddies. You can curse that mean ol' Trump. You can declare democracy to be dead. You can make baseless predictions about civil war erupting soon. You can blame everyone for anything you don't like. You can scream, stomp your feet, throw your toys and hold your breath until you pass out.

Here, I've got some crayons for you to scribble on the wall. Smear mashed potatoes in your hair. Pick up the family cat by its tail.

C'mon, nothing is fair and we're never going to win and life sucks and it's a GODDAMN PURE JOY to listen to this shit, so throw yourselves on the floor, kick and scream like there's no tomorrow.

Do you have the scented crayons? I like them more. They taste so nice.

They give up so easily that if they were French and it was 1940, their rifles would be like new dropped once.

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Originally posted by Beancooker:
Do you have the scented crayons? I like them more. They taste so nice.

You're too late for those. The Marines were already here with their hunger on. It's their 247th birthday today. Happy Birthday, Marines!
Semper Fi!
OORAH!

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Originally posted by parabellum:

Pick up the family cat by its tail.

Ah, I’m not sure about the wisdom of picking up a furry Ginsu set by the “slices, dices, makes mounds of Julian into fries” switch.

I loved melting crayons on the radiator at school. Poor kids today don’t even have radiators that can burn crayons and skin. They will never know the amazing scent of melting crayons.

Ha...if the cat still has his claws, I'm not touching his tail!

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Originally posted by frayedends:
I loved melting crayons on the radiator at school. Poor kids today don’t even have radiators that can burn crayons and skin. They will never know the amazing scent of melting crayons.

As kids, we used to melt crayons and plastic Army men on our lightbulbs in our bedside lamps. We could never figure out how Mom knew?!?

Those of us in GA can complain about having another month of campaign commercials, robocalls, junk mail, spam, and who knows what as both parties descend on the state like Locust, trying to get us to vote for one or the other of two terrible candidates.

I'm not leaving my cry closet and hyperventilating, oh woe is me.

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Originally posted by Beancooker:
Do you have the scented crayons? I like them more. They taste so nice.

Ralph likes the red ones....

Can I bitch about other stuff? Why does every damn tree trimming guy I hire have to trample all of my flowers? Yeah, that's right, I have flowers...and kitties.

Elections aren't fun in Washington state. For months we'll hear about how Republicans are ruining everything, they're MAGA Trumppublican Nazi fascists, ad after ad blaming everything on the right. Forget that the state has been controlled by the Democrats for as long as I've been alive, and whatever King County decides, is how the state goes, it's still the Republicans' fault everything is turning to goat shit.

On top of all that, since we went all mail-in ballots, we don't even get the little "I voted sticker". That's probably by design, since I doubt I actually voted, even if I did drop off a ballot.

My method is not to complain but just disconnect.
It is why I won't open this thread anymore nor the Election Results one.
But carry on as you please.

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Originally posted by Wasabi:
Can I bitch about other stuff? Why does every damn tree trimming guy I hire have to trample all of my flowers? Yeah, that's right, I have flowers...and kitties.

Because in the tree trimmer world view, there are only 2 things: trees and "not trees", and "not trees" don't matter.

Perhaps a Politics Only Forum would be worthwhile?
Then the political bullshit would not stink up the Lounge.

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Originally posted by frayedends:
I loved melting crayons on the radiator at school. Poor kids today don’t even have radiators that can burn crayons and skin. They will never know the amazing scent of melting crayons.

And then no one will want to join the Marines…

Damn it, damn it Helllll! And such...