Tuesday, May 11, 2004


"What we need to do," drawled Tiberius as he cast his wiggling eyebrow my way, "is start a club."

"Okay," said Thrill. "I'll join."

Tiberius continued: "Everybody puts in $100 and submits three names. Then, the first guy who gets a fatal illness collects the pot..."

My arms shot up in the air.

"...and starts drawing names from the hat and killing those people."

And you thought three guys would wind up talking about your milkshake.
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