The Tribunal met today:
We find you guilty on all thirty-three-and-a-half counts of scholastic misconduct. We hear by sentence you to two terms of small talk with classroom acquaintances and three months of reggae, re-mixed. If upon review, you qualify for parole, you will be restricted to Kitsilano Beach. Also, you will be required to complete Rocket Fuel Rehab. We feel this detrimental addiction was the main contributor to your so-called “artistic” backslide.
I cried as they escorted me from the courthouse, chained to a hard-cover copy of N is for Noose.
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katebarbaria // July 15, 2008 at 11:37 pm |
Again, as I review this post, I’m genuinely surprised at how closely it lines up with current events in my life. I guess it’s like how your horoscope is always kind of relevant to your daily life even though it was written by a stranger and is being adressed to the masses.
Steve // July 17, 2008 at 9:12 pm |
yes, I agree. Maybe N is really for Nenanderthal — as in a behavioral example that resembles something less than civilized, or culturally sensative.