Friday, February 24, 2012

A Bone To Pick

One time, my Evil Twin, Kram Sheldon, told me that he had a bone to pick with me. I told him that what he did with the victims of his various nefarious schemes of World Domination was his own damn business, and that I would have no part of it. He mumbled something that sounded like an ancient Mesopotamian curse, and stalked away. Some family members have a hard time understanding when you don't want to be more involved in their personal line of work.

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