Monday, December 1, 2008

Fact

This has no relevance to anything (do any of my posts, really?) but I thought I should share.

I stabbed my brother at Thanksgiving dinner.

It was just with a fork, but he had it coming. He kept making that awful sound where you screech your silverware across the plate. I told him to stop three times. I calmly ate my piece of turkey off the fork, stabbed him with it in the arm, wiped it off, and continued with my mashed potatoes.

I see nothing wrong with this type of behavior.

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