Saturday, October 15, 2011

Evisceration!

Sing it to the tune of "Infatuation".

Now, my dear fans, you must understand my absence has been due to the fact that I have gotten a new job that keeps me very busy-and I am still "settling" here in Tucson.

On Friday, I was the first to arrive at work-and unfortunately had problems with the alarm. A short squat ugly Mexican "sheriff" arrived to harass me.

"You've got to calm down and stop crying," more sobs from me, "do you want to go to jail?"

I stepped away from him.

And later I dreamed of doing this:

I took out a tiny little shot gun-and shot him in the head. Then, I took a big ol' knife and eviscerated him. I mean, you know, the gunshot was to be sure he would sit STILL for his evisceration. His guts fell out and irrevocably stained his khaki uniform. "You, bitch!" He breathed his last.

Yes. Bitch IS the new black.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

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