frotherPest wrote:Well, at least you can Walt like the best of TMP’s regulars.
Ain’t Walting if it’s real, Squirrel Boy. You can easily check what’s happening in Brazil and my CV’s on-line.
Yes, the Brazilian Armand. The Brazilian Lesion4.
An unexemplary academic whose made a living teaching bored undergrads and blogs about lives less fortunate than his. Dreams of a more exciting existence as he casually strolls along the beach — a life where he is an enemy of the state, on the edge of being taken out by hit squads or paid street thugs.
As you smile and say hello to the kind old lady serving up your latte, you fantasize that she is slipping poison in your drink; surely, you are so dangerous to the established order that you must be taken out.
Perhaps someone will covertly shiv you as you try on jeans in the mall dressing room, to quell the threat of revolution and social change that you are in the verge of triggering.
Yes, Mac. As you complete another batch of recast miniatures to quietly pass the afternoon, there’s a palpable taste of tension in the air... it’s flavor is a mixture of uprisings, murder and cheap resin.
What a buffoon you are.