Serendipitous Aphorism - XIV

They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety

Benjamin Franklin

Conversation with my son

HIM: What are you watching?
ME: tv...
HIM: What's that?
ME: A square box that beams pictures from somewhere else.

Sex nudity anal nakedness felatio nakidity

Haha! Someone did a blogsearch for nudity and ended up at the post below. I'd've loved to've seen the look on his (I presume) face when presented with Bill's big drooping member.

Full frontal nudity

Strawberry Fair

Strawberry Fair: Midsummer Commons, Cambridge, Saturday 3 June 2006

Shocking statement at White House press briefing

I'm so green I cycle

I forgot to mention, when David Jenkins, my local LibDem county councillor turned up to subject me to a loyalty test, he asked if I had attended the vote count at the county offices. I said I had thought of cycling over, but since there is actually no way to get to the new town of Cambourne on a bike (alive), I hadn't.
He looked at me oddly: 'You're that green, hey?'
Yes, councillor, I'm that green that even though I have a car, I don't make unnecessary car journeys, especially when it's a gorgeous day, preferring to ride my bike instead.

I'm a Liberal Democrat now...

See what power does to you? Even the remote prospect of power. As the district council result came in, I was glad, if not in the least surprised, that I had come last. But here's the rub: I was disappointed with the number of votes I received. Me, who doesn't believe in voting!
Anyway, the best part is yet to come. As I was cooking dinner, there was a knock on the door. It was my local LibDem county councillor, asking me if I would like to stand for them next time. To my eternal whatchamacallit I didn't laugh in his face. I told him there was about as much chance of that as there had been of me winning this election.
And anyway, I am expecting a call from Tony. i hear the environment post is still available...

And now the anxious wait starts...

After much froing and toing, I finally went and voted for myself today. Why not? you ask. Well, I've been getting increasingly worried as election day drew closer (I know that's not good grammar but fuck it). See, I think I have an outside chance, up from no chance in hell. The tory vote is split, since one of them is standing as an independent, and the libdems are standing this snotty-nosed kids whose main talent seems to be to have his picture taken with sundry and all (the one who claimed that I had taken 1000 votes from them last time - typical libdem arrogance. as if I held them at gunpoint, gimme the votes orelse...) Labour isn't even standing. So you see, it might be close. I might not be last. I might even win. Aaaaah!
Honestly though, this morning I completely forgot it was election day. I walked past the polling station and wondered what all those people (well, a few anyway) were doing there, and then it hit me.
I might cycle up to Cambourne (if you can even get there on a bike) to see the vote count tomorrow. Else I'll have to worry until they put it on the web. I'm sure I'm fretting over nothing. Surely I can't win. Can I?