I just want to mention that I had to stop reading this in the middle, log in to facebook, see which of my friends are fans of it on said website, and immediately feel gratified in my already-established disdain for every single one of them.
I saw a dead baby pigeon the other day, on the sidewalk in the Village. I almost died of shock. And then ran away, repulsed. Not cute.
My high school had a forensics class! It was great. Until the day where a former NYPD arson specialist came in. The teacher said we could beg out if we were uncomfortable, yet when I tried to, he wouldn't let me skip it. Suffice it to say, by the time we got around to the self-immolating tibetan monks, I had sufficiently had enough. Other than that, though, it was awesome!
@Rod T 3:25!!!
@bthny Did you notice that he was chained to the floor by his jorts? They really are a punishment!
@Gef the Talking Mongoose I just read it and cried the whole time. And I am NOT a crier. Especially not at work, at my damned desk. Thank you though, really.
I WANT TO BELIEVE.