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Monday, December 19th, 2011
A moment of WTF

Can anyone explain to me who goes door to door at night selling meat? Is this an occupation? How does one get into such a line of work? yes, someone tonight came by our house selling beef, pork and chicken. I was startled, to say the least. I mean, door to door meat?

Which reminds me of Terry Bisson’s They’re Made Out of Meat. You really have to read it if you haven’t. It’s short and one of my favorites. Especially the singing by squirting through meat.

I’ve also been having very strange dreams. Not exactly nightmares, but still the sort of thing that wakes you up and makes you think–WTF just ran over me?

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