The tales of an intrepid recent graduate and his two mentors who sit atop his shoulders giving him advice.

20th August 2008

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Shit!

No way.  Really? Shit. I didn’t kill Simon? I killed your girlfriend? What? Wife? Shit, that’s worse.  You’re pissed off, I understand, I did smoosh your wife to death.  It was an accident. Not the fucking Cliff Bars! My Za’atar? Ok man, calm the fuck down. I understand, and Im sorry.  Is there anything I can… shit, my fucking oats! Listen we need to sign a cessation of hostilities.  What? NO!?! Who are YOU to say no? You and your family shit all over my apartment! Yeah yeah yeah, I killed your wife, I know. Shit. Fuck this. You are all going to die.