Ah, yes, let us blame the victims yet again for they are ever our favorite patsy.
Poor sods.
Seems to be a common recipe in life, disturbing though it is.
It mainly rankles that it seems that justice is ever elusive.
We were wondering because if we have one more person in our car-pool group, we get a coupon for 50% off our next tank of fuel.
This is one of the greatest things I’ve ever heard said. I would like to have a kid just so that I can say this to him or her before dealing out justice.
End.
At least of this part/chapter/division/what-have-yous. The numbers are an indication of a progression. So there is more to follow.
You know, on hindsight, I would say that it really was rather unpleasant. Probably by anybody’s standards.
Uh-oh.
But it makes you wonder, by who definition of unpleasant? Unpleasant like a rug burn? Unpleasant like thumb screws? An incessantly crying baby? There are varying gradations of unpleasantness.
Whatever it is, it does promise to be unpleasant.









