Tomorrow, I will be handcuffed, my 'broken arm' will be bandaged, and I will be forced to read out a statement from Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi. I'll have to pretend there are terrorists behind me, unless I can coax someone into being a temporary terrorist. Not that I particularly want to. Inevitably, George Bush will state categorically that he does not negotiate with terrorists, and I will be executed 'live', broadcast as far away as Austin Texas. I may or may not have my last Cigarette, either before or after my death. If I plan now, I may even have a few drinks after my death, but probably not. How well I beg for my life will be graded, and if I'm lucky, it will be watched by a reporter from Fox News.
and then I'll have to get the car back by about 4.30, unless I catch public transport again (shudder). It's the most fun I've had earning grades.
posted by Keegan at 9:10 pm
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