He looked me straight in the eye and said, “I know someone who would kill you for a hundred bucks. I can’t really afford it, but you’re really pissing me off right now.”
“That’s too bad,” I replied. “I have a coupon that lets you have someone killed for fifty bucks. I’d give it to you if you weren’t being such a jerk right now.” Then I just watched the look on his face as he tried to decide if he should be nice to me for a bit, in order to get the coupon, or if he should just storm off and overdraw his bank account.
He chose the nice option and a couple hours later I was dead.
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Rest in Peace
Hey, I recently dicovered your blog and it made laugh so keep write more often! btw, congratulations on your WGA nom.
-A
A:
Thanks on both counts.
I've enjoyed your work in the alphabet.
Vali
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