Oh, for fuck's sake.
"I'm the decider."
"I'm the decider?!"
"I'M. THE. DECIDER?!"
"I'M. THE. DECIDER?!"
Send help. We're doomed.
"I'm the decider."
And also, Jim just read your post and said, "I didn't know it worked like that. Baby, in this house I'm The Decider. What I say goes."
This made the remaining grey matter leak from my ears. I am now a frontal lobe case. The upshot is that now I can run for president.
This kind of thing gives me a headache when the shadenfreude in my brain clashes with incredulity and anger.
I mean, I'd like to run around pointing and laughing and saying, "Do you SEE WHO YOU VOTED FOR?!?! Who's the idiot???" but the problem is that I have to live in this country too.
-- by
Kimberly, at
4/19/2006 9:41 PM