Not Now, I'm Busy

I was out the other night with people that I loosely call ‘friends’. I didn’t immediately want to kill them and they were far, far too poor for me to pillage. I was happily munching on my entree (Polar Bear ribs in meat sauce {the juice squeezed from a variety of other meats}) and the ‘friend’ sitting nearest to me asked me about a movie that I saw, Cowboys and Aliens.

After the red haze faded and the waiter swept up what was left of my meal off the wall and broke down the table into smaller bits so as to make it easier to carry outside, my friend said that he felt sorry for me. Read the rest of this entry →