I had just turned off the telly, after another rousing fright from watching "Night of the Living Dead" by that smashing director, George Romero. It was 3am, the night was still, and living next to a cemetery didn't help things. So when you came into my back porch, muttering what I THOUGHT was, "brains, BRAINS..." I instinctively grabbed the machete and <<>> off went your noggin.
It was a mess, and truly no one's fault, but I can't help but feel bad recalling how your freely-sprung head rolled over the back porch, and you angrily blurted, "I was hungry for whole-grain cereal like bran or mueslix, so I was crying for GRAINS, not BRAINS, you damned Dalek!"
So here's a bowl of mueslix, with extra dried cranberries....anything else I can do to help make things right?
I am SO sorry.........(really!)
2007-08-24
07:35:14
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