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Good times

Once upon a time, a young lawyer made a mistake. A costly mistake. She went on vacation ... and left her stuffed moose alone.

First, came the fighter jets...



that took out the moose's bodyguards on its first pass ...


then swung around to take out the moose himself ...



A hard day's work for the fighter pilot done, it was marshmallow-roasting-over-a-flaming-moose time!

The place was truly a site of carnage. Some people said somebody must have had too much time on her hands at work.

As is so often the case in bystander commentaries on the nature and genesis of war, this explanation was an oversimplification of the issues at play.


Oh, for the carefree days of working someplace where my evil genius can be explored and appreciated.

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Anonymous said…
You called me "young"! You called me "young"! I can almost forgive you for manifesting such carnage on my poor defenseless moose!
16 April 2008 at 08:50
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