I think it would be too late to be crying to you. On that note, on a trip to DC, FReeper sitetest graciously took the time to show me around. We tried to get into the Watergate to visit Monica, went by the Starbucks where Katie Mahoney was murdered, and went to Ft. Marcy Park. I have a picture of me peeing on a tree like Patrick Knowlton and me lying down playing dead by the cannon like Foster.
Yeah, if Hitlery was going to bump us off for our adventures in Fr. Marcy Park, etc., I guess she'd have gotten to us a while back.
I used to get Christmas cards from her. Since we'd never made any effort whatsoever to get on her Christmas list, that would always make my wife freak out.
I learned paranoia during the Clinton years. It's served me well in the time since.
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