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Post by k80 on Sept 22, 2012 21:57:02 GMT -5
Oh man, I went downstairs I don't know how many hours ago to get food and get trapped in the living room with my parents trying to convince me to vote, mom searching all over the house for the voter's registration card that I swear I said no to when I got my license, something about my parents' run-ins with the law, why I should vote Republican, mom's debate over cashing in some fund and buying gold for the future, apocalypse plans, and etc. etc. etc. It lasted forever.
But, I did learn that my parents are pretty cool when you get them talking about anything but politics, and that yes, that giant stash of non-perishables IS mom stocking up for "when the shit hits the fan" as she said it so many times over wine.
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