So, I’m having a crappy day today. I mean a king-size, extra-jumbo, economy size, buggered by a elephant bad day; the worst day, in fact, I’ve had since October of last year. The worst part is I know it’ll get worse before getting better, and there isn’t too damn much I can do about it.
Then I pop over to blivet, and read about the bullshit Hal is dealing with regarding that poseur and charlatan John Edwards, and I start to get even more angry in sympathy and disgust (You can tell how pissed I was, I used French words to describe Edwards).
Then I read further, and get to the bit Hal links to from Matt. He carries on a bit about his disdain for the aforementioned Mr. Edwards, and then he drops this gem:
Plus I hate it because he’s such a smug fucker that I’d like to see some of the dead show up and kick his ass for lying about talking to them. Imagine if Uncle Earl’s shambling, rotten corpse smashed in the door during a taping and ate Edward. That would be worth watching.
Okay, I’ll admit it’s sick, but I just lost it at this! This gave me my first laugh of the day, and it was a good one. I felt better immediately.
See, I’d been thinking impalement. This was so much more creative.