13 December 2005

The Twelve

What I find most disagreeable about last night's nightmare was that it was predicated on my yearning for justice. Justice?! That cottage industry, like plastic surgery, golf carts, and pet grooming!

I appealed to a small room of Twelve Passive Agressive Men With Foot Wide Spotches of White Glow-in-the-Dark Paint on their Faces.

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