I stood in line for an hour to vote today. Some guy was walking around giving out piping hot slices of pizza to all us pour souls stuck in line and I got some studying done. Doin' my civic duty, no biggie fries.
As I was inking in the bubble for president, I got the kind of goosebumps that spike your arm hairs and go all the way up the back of your neck. I'm a sap like that.
Fingers, toes, eyes, whatever. Consider all crossable body parts hereby crossed.
2 comments:
Goosebumps?! I feel butterflies and the urge to puke just waiting.
Is this thing on? Don't forget to tip your bartender, folks.
Post a Comment