Relatively lewd, minor politics ref, COVID-adjacent.
I hate how often politics are rammed down my throat.
If I wanted something rammed down my throat, I'd take a bus to Portland, and fly east to Canada, knock on my boyfriend's door and say "Fuck my throat."
Actually, no, I wouldn't: I'm a responsible meat computer that is staying home to minimize the spread of our pandemic sauce.
Not to say that I wouldn't. I was planning a trip like that before the pandemic showed up at the door.
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