I can't believe that the book burners are going to get another victory.
O.J. Simpson was going to tell us how he did it after all these years. I mean if only for Marcia Clark's sanity we should allow him to be heard. You know she sits at home in the middle of some loop 3 tie knots crocheting and it hits her.
"How did he shower away all that blood?"
"Was my timeline right?"
Marcia..Marcia...Marcia... shouldn't have to rock herself to sleep every night just because Bill O'Reilly wants to save the world.
"Of course the timeline was right...it was just some dumb fucking stupid jury...that's all."
If Bill's gonna go around discouraging books by murderers for profit, I might be in for some trouble.
Frankly, I think this whole moral outrage at murderers trying to earn an honest living puts any future creative career of mine in jeopardy. I don't know if I can write any other kind of book.
But just when life looked its darkest, I discovered a possible opportunity with a new Internet start up magazine entitled "The World Can Lick My Hairy Scrotum."
The magazine has an impressive resume as its editor is nothing other than a world famous prescription wielding talking monkey!
Cuddles for me.
This post is dedicated to saving 12.3 minutes of time today through using Google's internet accelerator. And then using all that "saved up time" for staring down large predators.