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Gonzo Lives

Thursday, June 24, 2004


Me (10:41:57 PM): boy, i blew it tonight. i had the chance to sow the seeds of revolution.
Other Mark (10:42:06 PM): with her?
Me (10:42:09 PM): MM HMM
Me (10:42:23 PM): i'd enjoy a shot at being a homewrecker
Other Mark (10:42:38 PM): you need to stir up the bolsheviks in her heart


At 10:56 AM, Blogger Jonathan said...

Interesting...I seem to have a situation with Bolsheviks and invading Turks.

Mongols can't be far behind either.

At 3:35 PM, Blogger MJR said...

While I'm trying to rally the bolsheviks in front, I've got the nazis behind me, trying to subvert my thinking and dupe me to be rallied to their cause. I'm not falling for it, though.

At 6:04 PM, Blogger Jonathan said...

It's a complicated world we live in. I would like to hire someone to manage my foreign policy.

At 7:56 PM, Blogger MJR said...

DISCLAIMER: The Desk does not support Communism or any other -isms that seek to crush the Human Spirit in any way. That is what is at stake here, though, as we're merely discussing in masked and cloaked terms those affairs of the heart that would have us, if spoken plainly for all to try to (mis)interpret, linked together prematurely with some other via nooses of goatskin twine tightened snugly upon our big toe per some outlandish tribal custom.

Beware the temptress who frolics in the night, thinly disguised under the cloak of Fun.

At 8:32 PM, Blogger me said...

are you banging a communist? a MARRIED communist?


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