"You know, I feel gypped. I mean, we didn't have a primary today. We didn't have one yesterday. And we aren't going to have one tomorrow. Or the next day. When is Barrack going to get out there and kick some more butt?" - My Beloved, another political junky (though not exactly politically correct, using the term "gyp"), after our romantic Valentine's Day dinner.
What does it say about us when politics turns us both on?
P.S. Craig wants me to mention that he is also tipsy. I guess that explains the slur.
2.14.2008
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