A special shout-out:
Once a lying, cheating, Little Weasel...
Always a lying, cheating, Little Weasel...
I do not envy your sleep patterns...
Who will call you out next?
The Truth will out.
And it burns!
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Are you talking about me? I have always feared the day when the world realized that I am full of shit. Has the day come? You mentioned my sleep patterns - it's 4:07am, you must be talking about me. Woe is me. I give! I am a weasel! I do think more of myself as a ferret though.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's not me you're talking about. As Roseanne Rosanadana would say, never mind.
God - Never mind. This was for one specific weasel. I don't think of you as a weasel, no, you are one of my heroes! It's a shame you have trouble sleeping. I wish you didn't. But maybe that gives you more time to write amazing shit!?
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