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bktheirregularBecause I can't think of much to say over the past few days, and ...
Well, let's just say there was an incident. I went to the local Kings supermarket, to pick up some foodstuffs, and what did I see?
Once again, they're serving Liberty Onion Soup.
It's not quite accurate to say I saw red. Neither is it precisely truthful to say I bit my tongue so hard it bled. However, I was striving to keep my mouth shut, because I was afraid that once I opened my trap, out would come a torrent of invective that would land me squarely in the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
customers_suck community, if not a prison cell.
For that reason, I didn't ask them pointedly about Victory Gin. I did, however, slap together this icon:
...with a quote I think should be recorded in the history books along with "Damn the torpedoes".
Call it catharsis.
And if I go too long without posting again, let me leave a forwarding address:
Bruce
c/o Ministry of Love, Room 101
London
Airstrip One
Oceania
Close entry.
Well, let's just say there was an incident. I went to the local Kings supermarket, to pick up some foodstuffs, and what did I see?
Once again, they're serving Liberty Onion Soup.
It's not quite accurate to say I saw red. Neither is it precisely truthful to say I bit my tongue so hard it bled. However, I was striving to keep my mouth shut, because I was afraid that once I opened my trap, out would come a torrent of invective that would land me squarely in the
customers_suck community, if not a prison cell.For that reason, I didn't ask them pointedly about Victory Gin. I did, however, slap together this icon:
...with a quote I think should be recorded in the history books along with "Damn the torpedoes".
Call it catharsis.
And if I go too long without posting again, let me leave a forwarding address:
Bruce
c/o Ministry of Love, Room 101
London
Airstrip One
Oceania
Close entry.
