Thursday, October 12, 2006

How You Found Quotidian Quintilian XIII

Wow. I can't help but picture this poor soul, who, having dumped out a big dusty pile of d-CON over a piece of cheese in one of her (could be 'his') cupboards, has returned later in the day, only to find that the cheese and the poison are both all gone, with nothing but a trail of rat poop leading back into a dark corner of loose plywood.

Best of luck, 70.133.157.# in Plano, Texas.


Post a Comment

<< Home