Life copied cartoon art on election day. Our leafy boulevard was choked with gas guzzling cars and the atmosphere choked with farty emissions from badly adjusted catalytics, in the rain!
"What's happening?" I asked one lardy-arsed traffic jammer, who obviously hadn't walked since he learned how to. He tried it once and didn't like it.
"Queuing to cast our Green vote," he coughed above the engine noise and fumes, without irony.
Which reminds me of an American I once knew. "Irony," she puzzled. "Is that when you take out the creases?" No, that's...oh never mind.
Which reminds me of an American I once knew. "Irony," she puzzled. "Is that when you take out the creases?" No, that's...oh never mind.
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