Friday, September 13, 2002

When the rain dogs return home to the final destination of their month long journey, then and only then we will realize our true intentions were misinterpeted by the local union of turnip and cabbage farmers, who mistook religious fanaticism for simple lunacy. The farmers shrug their shoulders in unison, light their corn cob pipes and just stare out into the fields and rows of newly hatched watermelons with somber anticipation.

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