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Filed under: Imported

On Saturday night at the 400 Bar Patterson Hood read a funny little story that he'd written about a long-married couple driven to despising each other owing to divergent political views. He's now posted it online (along with a slew of DBTs news). Here's a taste:

On Election Day eve, Phyllis made Phil his favorite casserole, laced with enough Xanax to leave him comatose for at least three days. Phil however was suspicious and fed most of it to their cats, rendering them all unconscious for a week and a half. He retaliated by hiding her dentures and rearranging the wires to the distributor cap on Aunt Phyllis' Taurus. He left for the polling station at the crack of dawn, leaving her still snoring on the Tempurpedic.

(Cribbed from largehearted boy)