Friday, November 4, 2011

It's For Your Own Good

"Daddy insists you take your medicine, Precious." The babysitter for Quislinga had fallen through at the last minute so Frank had to fall back on plan B. Give her a stiff jolt of Kahlua, wait for her to pass out, and then lock her in the hotel room. She would sleep for the 3 hours that it would take to plant the dirty bomb at the Wal-Mart. As usual, her mother was completely apathetic about the decision.

Grazie a Poorly Dressed People

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