One of my co-workers handed me a card this morning, where I'm supposed to write down my "hopes and dreams" and then mail it in to some charity or other. Cute but harmless.
I'm wondering what would happen if I sent back hopes and dreams that involved nylon rope, a linoleum knife, and a terrified co-ed on a moonless night by the river. Just to see if anybody would follow up on it.
This is what happens when I go in too early on a Friday morning.
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