29
Mar
08

I Shot The Messenger

It’s true. He came right up to me with news from afar. I didn’t like the way he was dressed. I didn’t like the way his eyes looked. I didn’t like what he had to say. I didn’t like the way he smelled. I didn’t like the face that he didn’t use the sidewalk and walked across my lawn. I didn’t like the fact that he expected a tip. I really didn’t like the fact that he showed up after 7:00pm with no pork-laden pizza pie. So I shot him… I shot him down. I shot the messenger. But I did not shoot his general…

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