One year

One year, to the day. 12 noon, eastern time.

We get a new president.

Well. That's something to look forward to, at least. Kind of brightens the day somewhat.

Not soon enough.

*makes mental note to bump this thread one year from today*

Well, yeah. Seven years ago would have been better.

Seven years ago the U.S. got a new president. It's just that he was, y'know, the wrong one.

Yeah, that's more or less what my nap-addled brain was getting at.

I think I may throw a party.

Even if it's Ron Paul?

There are suicide parties you know.

If Ron Paul became president I'd throw a Communist Party.

I'm sorry, but not even in bizzaro-America will Ron Paul ever be elected President.

So what's our restriction on gas to get out there for said party?

what's the kind of party where we stop getting fucked in the butt and then fuck shit up? perhaps by shanking some bitches or spray painting people and/or objects?

Isn't that what everybody does on their birthday? Or is it just me?

I reserve that for federally sanctioned holidays, myself.

I want to come to your house for Flag Day.

Around my place, that's called "Thursday."

How is this news?

Ronpaul's quite the debater.

Indeed

I'll be lucky if I remember to do something fifteen minutes from now, never mind a year from now.

Can you repeat that?

tick fucking tock

I would if I could remember what I said.