One of them was blocking up the entire parking lot. We wuz we pissed. When recounting something to his wife, no man wants to come to the part where he says, 'So then I got out of the car...' No man wants to say that to the cops either. Those stories often end with, 'So I said to the judge...' We spent ten minutes telling ourselves that a parking lot incident was in no one's interest.
We ate too much Thai takeout last night.
Purim is tomorrow. That means the womenfolk are in the kitchen making a fuck-ton of hamantaschen. Reminder, one fate awaits all enemies of the Jews. You people know the schtick. They tried to kill us. They failed. Lets eat.
We fixed the porch door and a vacuum cleaner yesterday. These are just the first of many, many tasks we'll complete this spring.
Will's Good Idea for the Week of 3/5/23. We're already thinking about doing a short story compilation in the nuclear war universe that covers the war and its aftermath. Why not do another short story compilation that covers the future, post 2000 history?
Oh, also we're putting World War 1990: Norway down and spending the rest of March doing nothing but World War 1990: The Final Storm.
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