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Good morning and welcome to Perish the Thought, the ultimate reality game show. We lock our contestants in a small, airtight room with a gas stove and taunt them into committing suicide. You can see on our monitor that Rex is already in position. How are you doing there, Rex? Am I going to get paid for this? Because I'm in a lot of trouble financially. No. I thought you had a prize. We do. An all expenses paid vacation. Good. Maybe I can use it to skip out on my creditors. Your creditors are watching and waiting for you to come out at the end of the show. They are? What am I going to do? My boss doesn't know I'm here. I was planning on sneaking back into the office before he noticed that I was missing. Your boss is watching. He says you're fired. Oh Oh. Now I'm really worried. If only my wife were with me. She always knows the right thing to say. Your wife has left you and run off with the insurance salesman. She has? (Heaving a sigh of despair) Oh well. I guess I should have seen it coming. At least I still have Buster. Your dog ran out onto the highway and was run over by a dog catcher's van... |
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Saturday, October 6, 2012
Perish the Thought
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