So I'm in my kitchen, getting ready to make a plate of angel-hair pasta. Boy I can' wait, it's so delicious it makes Kwanzaa look like a record release party for Coldplay. I'm already starting my nonsensical rambling...basically I dropped the angel-hair pasta before I got to boil it. And all this pasta was laying on the kitchen floor and I started thinking to myself: "would John McCain pick up this pasta?". Hell no, he'd pay someone else to do it.and I realized, for the first time, why I'm voting for Obama....
