Thursday, December 10, 2009

सेंड इन थे व्हिते लैब coats

SEND IN THE WHITE LAB COATS. The walls are closing in. This creature is cornered. There is no recourse. It is the land of mis-fit toys for this here boy. The courtesy calls mount into all hours of the night. It is not right, this random drug testing. I could care less for a drink, give me a spleef!

What if the list, and it is a long laundry list, has been taken care of? Whose running this show anyway? I thought you couldn't say anything to a man who took care of his business?

All I hear is blah, blah, blah. What's up with these chinese symbols? Is everything amuck? What if I have eaten my meat and now I'd like some pudding?

Is there nothing sacred in existence at all? Anyone wanna dump some tea? Have you seen Atticus Finch?