I walked into the Oval Office on our first day and could not find George. I heard muttering under the desk and arrived to find him crouching beneath it, muttering "Tend the rabbits, tend the rabbits... I'm gonna... live off the fat of the land."
Perfect. I had him sufficiently confused and terrified.
I like the deer. The doe, to be precise. I like to touch their soft ears -- soft, like a kitten's. I like to sink my fingertips into the white fur spot covering their bodies. And those cottontails! Bobbing through the woods, bobbing through my heart.
So when he saw me...saw me with the doe -- just my doe and me, celebrating our love, I did what I had to do.
"I saw the letter first. Normally, I wouldn't have checked on my boss' mail, but the mailbox was slightly ajar, and I couldn't help noticing the off-purple envelope addressed to W. It was a peculiar letter, taller than it was long, with no return address. I wondered if it was a love letter. Whatever it was, whoever had sent it had lousy taste in color. The off-purple envelope reminded me of spoiled meat."
Every morning started out the same, George sitting alone at his desk, scared to face the day. I pulled up a chair and proceeded to give him the same pep talk that I had given him every day for the past eight years.
Why, anybody can have a brain. That's a very mediocre commodity. Every pusillanimous creature that crawls on the Earth or slinks through slimy seas has a brain. Back where I come from, we have universities, seats of great learning, where men go to become great thinkers. And when they come out, they think deep thoughts and with no more brains than you have. But they have one thing you haven't got: a diploma.
He then reminds me that he received a diploma from Harvard and I tell him to pull himself together because I need to leave for a meeting to confer, converse, and otherwise hob-nob with my brother wizards.
I hand him a lollipop from my pocket and all is right with his world again.
Photoshopped pictures of Dick Cheney are some of my favorite things. The Onion went in a different, although still fun, direction a couple of years ago.
It was a dark and stormy [REDACTED]; the [REDACTED] fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent [REDACTED] which swept up the streets (for it is in [REDACTED] that our scene lies), rattling along the {REDACTED}, and fiercely agitating the [REDACTED] flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
Megan, you should be ashamed of yourself for posting a picture of Dick Cheney over a vampire! Vampires should be off limits! It is past time to restore the tolerance of all Americans including vampires! All I ask is that vampires be loved and accepted. This is atrocious!
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InnocentsInnocencePerfect. I had him sufficiently confused and terrified.
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InnocentsInnocenceI like the deer. The doe, to be precise. I like to touch their soft ears -- soft, like a kitten's. I like to sink my fingertips into the white fur spot covering their bodies. And those cottontails! Bobbing through the woods, bobbing through my heart.
So when he saw me...saw me with the doe -- just my doe and me, celebrating our love, I did what I had to do.
I fired.
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InnocentsInnocence"I saw the letter first. Normally, I wouldn't have checked on my boss' mail, but the mailbox was slightly ajar, and I couldn't help noticing the off-purple envelope addressed to W. It was a peculiar letter, taller than it was long, with no return address. I wondered if it was a love letter. Whatever it was, whoever had sent it had lousy taste in color. The off-purple envelope reminded me of spoiled meat."
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InnocentsInnocenceThe End.
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InnocentsInnocenceWhy, anybody can have a brain. That's a very mediocre commodity. Every pusillanimous creature that crawls on the Earth or slinks through slimy seas has a brain. Back where I come from, we have universities, seats of great learning, where men go to become great thinkers. And when they come out, they think deep thoughts and with no more brains than you have. But they have one thing you haven't got: a diploma.
He then reminds me that he received a diploma from Harvard and I tell him to pull himself together because I need to leave for a meeting to confer, converse, and otherwise hob-nob with my brother wizards.
I hand him a lollipop from my pocket and all is right with his world again.
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InnocentsInnocenceThis is now my response to EVERYTHING.
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The mere idea of someone doctoring the photo of a vampire is appalling! To learn that a Jezebel did it is absolutely sickening!
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InnocentsInnocenceBraunau-on-the-Inn to be my birthplace. For that little town is situated
just on the frontier between those two States the reunion of which
seems, at least to us of the younger generation, a task to which we
should devote our lives and in the pursuit of which every possible means
should be employed.
German-Austria must be restored to the great German Motherland..."