February 02, 2006

I stopped by Laurier to taste the aftermath of the 2006 election erection. It tasted like too many rules and cock (“You can’t wear that shirt on your head — that’s campaigning”). All the PIRGies were huddled together in the concourse, which was kinda cute. The young ones were all like, “We saw you naked!” and I nearly unzipped my pants right there for them.

They’re dirty.

So is Jason Shim, who will be biking across the country for AIDS this summer. “AIDS is doing quite well without your help,” I said. I declare tomorrow to be punch-Jason-Shim-in-the-face day!

Until then, I’m going to sleep on this whole elections thing. Wake me up when Dave is king!