One Hour to Go
Right after Diner #3 and I picked up an Acme baguette and the best fucking ham on the planet at Bi-Rite, and then some salsiccia lovin' from Pizzeria Delfina, we went to go vote. Incidentally, while at the Pizzeria we ran into the joint's parents (Craig and Anne) who had also just voted.
Unless you want the next four years to suck stinky, sweaty balls like the past 8 have done, get off the couch and swipe that little pen across the arrow. They even have stickers.
You've got an hour to go. Get your asses to the polls, people.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld