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I've been volunteering to elect Tom Barrett in the recall election. My experiences so far have been even more interesting than the ones I had volunteering for Obama in 2008.
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Just saw some fear-mongering commercial by Merck about Shingles. I think the exact wording in their commercial was "Could I have Shingles living inside me?!"

Anyway, it was completely insane, so I had to go to the website and find out what the hell they were talking about.

There's a questionaire that's supposed to assess your shingles risk. It asks if you've ever had chicken pox, and your age, but no matter what age you tell it, if you say you've had chicken pox it says you could get shingles and you should talk to your doctor NOW.

If you tell it you've never had chicken pox, it says maybe you just forgot you had it.

It gets better. From their "questions to ask your doctor" section: "The Shingles virus may already be inside you, so talk to your doctor now." and "Questions to Ask Your Doctor 1: Do I have the Shingles virus inside of me?" THE SHINGLES VIRUS IS INSIDE YOU. PANIC. It's like something out of the movie Alien: it's inside your body, just waiting to break out!

What's really weird is that this website doesn't appear to be selling any kind of shingles treatment. It's almost as though they just want to start some kind of shingles panic. But hey, they've also got shingles pictures on the website, so maybe it's some kind of fetish thing. Who knows.
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Football season is over. No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt.

We put Brandon to sleep. He was 15.

He was born here. He wasn't a normal dog; he liked eating vegetables, mainly tomatoes and sometimes carrots. For the first ten or so years of his life, he would fairly often escape from our yard and we would have to look for him. Usually, we found him quickly, but once he was gone for several hours. Turned out he was in the country club parking lot preventing people from getting into their cars.

He wasn't a violent dog with me, but he did like to fight dogs he didn't know, and occasionally, bite people. My former neighbor learned the hard way not to put her hand over my fence. In his defense, most of the dogs he got into fights with were not on leashes when they should have been.

He liked chasing our cats, but he would also tackle them and chew on their ears for some reason. As he got older, he stopped doing it.

He had been having trouble with his hips for years, but last week he could barely walk at all. He spent most of the time laying on the floor, and if I dropped some food he would attempt to crawl over to it.

He was obviously in pain. He didn't go for walks any more. He didn't go outside any more. He didn't really do anything. He should have been put to sleep years ago but it's so hard to do it.

It was only a few minutes before the doctor came in. He said it may take more than one shot, but it didn't. He said there may be gasping and jerking, but there wasn't. It didn't hurt.
Stephen Colbert talks about Twitter

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I was doing some math on a whiteboard, and a teacher came up to me. I thought she said "You really love math, don't you?" so I said "It's not bad," to which she replied "Well, it helps clear the sinuses."

My father drove my brother back to Kendal last weekend. He said he stayed awake on the drive by drinking guano tea. I'm not going to correct him.
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Taking a class on human sexuality. The teacher made us write "Sex is ____" and "Sex should be ____" on cards; we had to fill in the blanks and give the cards back to her. Today, she read everyone's answers in front of the class. When she got to mine, everyone laughed.