Roomie is down the hall, performing her morning ablutions. Over the noise of the running water in the sink and the overhead fan, she is reciting Emma Lazarus for some reason, and the resulting "
Huh? What did you say?" back and forth down the hall resulted in:
"Elvis's tired whores / And puddled masses, urinating from the trees...?"
I just now stopped laughing so hard that I was unable to type.
Ma'am, you may think yer a Libertarian, but seeing sentiments like that gives me some hope that you'll come around to the reactionary side. Grumpy old spinsters are natural aristocrats.
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