Saturday, April 19, 2008

I know what's wrong (with everything)

I just had a revelation. I know what's wrong (with everything). Smooth talking weasels. If somethings seriously messed up and "that's just the way it is" there's a smooth talking weasel someplace, who's responsible.

If a smooth talking weasel suffers from some sort of "unfortunate incident" and I'm somehow responsible for it, I'm wondering if I can use something that I would like to call "the smooth talking weasel defence".

Me: "Your honour, I had something to do with that unfortunate incident. He was a smooth talking weasel and he had it coming."

The judge: "OK. You're free to go."

Me: "Do you validate parking?"

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