|Photo: Joe Kowalksi|
Going to the deep south, y'all.
My new Coolibar hat got here. It's...big.
Joey says "well, you WANTED to block out the sun..."
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Tuesday, May 28, 2013
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In other news, Joe and I got married in Vegas.
As I sit here writing what should be a wholly unnecessary post, the Boston Marathon bomber has been captured about three miles away, in Watertown.
So why is this post necessary? Because people who can't even find Chechnya on a map are suddenly law enforcement experts nattering on about this kid's rights being taken away. An attack on civil liberties. The cops didn't read the bomber his rights, you see.
If this is you, shut your mouth, go sit in the corner and listen. The adults are talking.