Hello one and all, my new world of bloggies. Here is a bit about my recent observations of the 4th of July. I might get a bit political here. Sorry, but it won’t be too bad. This 4th started out with a very American trip to Ikea. The roomies and I got a few things we needed, and a lot we didn’t… that happens at Ikea, a land where everything is named to sound like the punch line to Swedish jokes. A lot of these jokes appear to be somehow related to gay porn, with names such as (and I will not put in those umlauts etc, cause I don’t know where they go, but here is a sampling): stroker, billy, gruntal, throb, you get it? Ok, so after getting back from Ikea, I needed desperately to get out of the house. I was drained, felt like the Death Valley sewer system… Time to imbibe…
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