No, really, this time I mean it. I give up. Doesn't matter what I say, doesn't matter if I'm quoting someone as distant from black militancy as Johnny Cash or Tori Amos, it all gets filtered throught the site name and ends up evidence of anger, hatred, racism, poor breeding, confusion about which fork to use and a preference to just going to a nice Ethiopian restaurant and using njera instead of the whole utensils thing anyway. Well, no more of that. From now on, it's all Bright and Cheerful and Happy Happy Happy!
At least until the meds wear off.
Update: I swear, this is all you people want. . .
Update 2: Maybe I shouldn't have taken the entire bottle. . .