You know, funny story. I was walking home from work one day, when a spitting, foaming, rabid dog came bounding up to me. I could see my very life flash before me. The dog came within feet of me. I saw true madness in its eyes. And then it turned, and ran, and looked over its shoulder at me and said LINKS:

That’s it for this week folks. Remember to send us any story ideas, links, or even critiques. We both love hearing how incompetent we are. Or at least I do. I mean, I grew up Catholic. Guilt and shame are like a tepid pool for me.

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