Wednesday, April 1, 2009


Oh, perpetrator of April 1st tom-foolery, the truth shall set you free. The weight that this guilt burdens your soul with, occupies your thoughts, and sullies your filament, keeping you in an eternal state of malaise is easily cleansed. Once you've come forward we can begin anew, and mount a defense Clarence Darrow would be envious of. Not since the thrill killers, Leopold and Loeb, has someone needed defense quite like you, oh prankster. Plus, I'll kick in bagels and coffee!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey I want to confess too but preferably to a priest rather than a sheriff. Right now the weight of guilt is so heavy and my filament is so sullied that I can't even make it to Davis for free coffee and bagels.

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