american idiot
the king is dead. long live the king.
i am eating pistachios.
i drive an ancient slow-arsed computer, so i usually keep something handy to read while my computer warms itself up enough to function as it was designed to (it is kinda like watching a fat old lady with arthritis, gout, and palsey haul herself unassisted up out of a deep-cushioned couch with no armrests, only not nearly as fascinating and with considerablly less jiggling).
of course, due to recent events i have not had opportunity to stock up on appropriate reading material, so i am reading the back of my pistachio bag and i notice it has an allergen alert…
:: CONTAINS PISTACHIOS ::
welcome one and all to the land of laughable litigations and repetitive redundancies.
the king is dead. long live the king.
