I’ve been busy politickin’ and by “busy politickin” I mean “drinking lots of gin and tonics and planning my debate strategy.” In case you’re wondering, my friends and I have been running in Shandon every morning, hungover but still hell-bent on vigilante justice. There has been no wiener-whacking perv sighting, but we may or may not have seen a deformed, hunchbacked, rabid possum the size of a German Shepard one morning. Or maybe it was a deformed, hunchbacked, rabid German Shepard. Now that I think about it semi-sober, I think it may have been a kid wearing a backpack waiting for a school bus. Either way, it was frightening as fuck.
Now here’s a rendering of my debate strategy:72 Comments