This evening
So, tonight I’m going out with a lady I met on the internets. One might call it a date, but I’m never sure what to label anything. Whenever I go meet someone from the nets, I always tend to imagine that at the end of the evening I’ll be hacked up and neatly stacked in her freezer.
I’m going to die one way or another, so being murdered by a net lunatic seems spectacular. It’s a lot less stupid than being killed by choking on some pineapple juice, which actually happened, but it just didn’t take and I woke up a few weeks later.
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