The chair sat.
A man stood.
He spoke.
The audience laughed.
I fell out of my chair.
Then I stood up.
But I didn’t laugh.
I sighed.
In
Shock and disgust.
The speaker didn’t make my day.
Dirty Harry just became dirtier.
He wasn’t good.
He wasn’t bad.
HE WAS UGLY.
IT’S THE
OIL STUPID!
1 comment:
http://www.stonekettle.com/2012/09/good-bad-and-ugly.html
Here's an interesting take and one of my favorite bloggers... this one is Alaskan.
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