Electricrocket…

13:52 knows there’s nothing like a lazy, rainy sunday aftern– WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE DOG? THAT’S NOT HOW WE USE A HULA HOOP! OR DUCT TAPE! #

11:13 will be back, after these messages. #

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Electricrocket…

19:51 is brought to you by the letters A, Q and Z, and the number 2. #

12:00 asks the Secret Society that controls the weather to back off the Atlanta thunderstorms a bit this evening so that I may return from Mexico. #

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Electricrocket…

16:10 is about 60% sure it isn’t his fault. #

17:37 is 100% sure it isn’t his fault. #

18:58 can get the job, but can he DO the job? He’s not arguing that with you. #

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Electricrocket…

15:29 is bored, which doesn’t seem noteworthy, but trust him: it is. #

11:42 thinks a) you have an act, and b) NOT having an act is your act. #

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Electricrocket…

15:32 dined at IHOP, then crossed the border into Juarez in a beat up van. He IS glamor distilled into human form. #

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Electricrocket…

21:53 is void where prohibited. #

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Electricrocket…

12:34 has tomato sauce splatters on his shirt. It’s okay to be jealous. #

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Electricrocket…

13:23 found out he’s going to be an uncle instead of an aunt. #

19:59 has determined, after some cursory research, that he can destroy his child’s reading ability by ether sight words or phonics, his choice. #

10:27 has his ticket for MacHomer, the one man show of MacBeth as interpreted by 50 characters from The Simpsons. That’s right: I’m cultured. #

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Electricrocket…

14:20 is solipsistic. #

08:44 is discombobulated and higgledy-piggledy, with a side of cattywumpus. #

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