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Monday, August 29, 2011

The Good Old Days



To sleep, per chance to dream. I'm standing in the coliseum and I can hear the roar of the hungry lions. The sound sends a chill through me. The announcer introduces the next victim - Pat Robertson! And now I'm transfixed. And whisper under my breath to no one in particular - 'there does exist a vengeful and righteous and very funny G_d.'

And then I awake!

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