Thu, 17 April 2003 10:00
I gotta wonder whether the looting and burning in Bagdad is a mob psychology equivalent of an anguished mother tearing her clothes.
And speaking of "tearing", in other news, I put my elbow through the sleeve of my shirt today at work. Ok, the shirt was quite old, but nicely worn down in that soft, threadbare cotton kind of way. It was also a size too small, admittedly.
I just figure if I'm going to rip a shirt up, I should do it in a Mr Universe, Hulkian fashion. Stretching back in my chair in the office, yawning, accompanied by a soft ripping sound is not the way I imagined it.
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