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I'm really mad at David. Pissed might be a better word. I've been sitting here thinking about the believability of the statement "Yes officer. I was just minding my own business when I saw this giant brick sneak up behind him and start bludgeoning him. Why? I don't know. Maybe he insulted the bricks' mother. Whatever it was, that brick seemed pretty upset." I think it might be feasable. Especially if I wore something low-cut and heaved my bossom a lot. Is seducing a police officer before he arrests you illegal? What if he really enjoyed it? Of course, what if he didn't? Does that mean he's gay or that he just doesn't like being raped by buxom 25-year old murderers? What if the murderer REALLY needs it? I mean, they're suppose to be aiding the community, what if part of the community really really really needed to get laid? I need to stop thinking.
The reason for all this anger? That ratfink wanker ratted me out to Elizabeth, the Tango Nazi. Granted, I was going to have a little talk with her anyway about abusing her helper (me), but I didn't want to start the conversation with "WHAT did David tell you? He said I WHAT? For HOW MANY MONTHS?" I dunno.
Anyway, life continues to go on around me, (my life doesn't go on, but that's another story), and I will forgive him. Besides, he's the one thats driving us up to Portland tonight for tango, so I suppose I should get over myself pretty soon and start getting ready. I will leave the brick at home. I will leave the brick at home. I will leave the brick at home. (I suppose this could be construed as premeditated). Crud.
The reason for all this anger? That ratfink wanker ratted me out to Elizabeth, the Tango Nazi. Granted, I was going to have a little talk with her anyway about abusing her helper (me), but I didn't want to start the conversation with "WHAT did David tell you? He said I WHAT? For HOW MANY MONTHS?" I dunno.
Anyway, life continues to go on around me, (my life doesn't go on, but that's another story), and I will forgive him. Besides, he's the one thats driving us up to Portland tonight for tango, so I suppose I should get over myself pretty soon and start getting ready. I will leave the brick at home. I will leave the brick at home. I will leave the brick at home. (I suppose this could be construed as premeditated). Crud.