if the universe was just, cheney would ignite and explode into a million bad-tempered chunks. but since it isn't i can only cross my fingers and hope edwards doesn't fall down in a faint, stammer, stumble, or stagger into a giant stanky cheney trap. (and we all know what the cheney trap smells like: stale spit, old whiskey, toothpaste, sweat and halitosis.)
now look what i've done. totally skeeved myself out.
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