(Thursday Evening. In the commons area. While portions of my investigations are fabricated, I've made those parts pretty obvious.)
Curtis: I have a story
Justin: (Continues Walking)
Some Girl Who Claims I am Really Not That Busy Despite the Fact that Two Hours Previous We Had What I Thought Was a Bonding Moment When We Talked About How Busy Our Respective Lives Were, But Actually it Was All A Fraud:
Wait, Listen to his story!
Justin: Yeah.
Curtis: We Killed a Rat!
Justin: A Rat?
Curtis: A Rat!
Justin:Ha, ha---Where at CWRU? Where you must be working as a lab tech?
Curtis: In the hall! Of this building! Where I am not a lab tech!
Hamlet: A rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
Queen Gertrude: 'A rat, a rat!'
Justin (retrieving something from the penthouse’s bathroom): Is this Rat Poopie Poo?
Curtis: It is!
Michael Jackson:most people would turn you away/I don't listen to a word they say.
Justin: Rats!
Curtis: Rats!
Hamlet:Then, venom, to thy work (Stabs Michael Jackson)
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Justin,
I don't understand. You live with Michael Jackson at Neverland?
I thought you lived in a penthouse with Gary Coleman.
Cats!
So, why did you make up the part about the rat?
p tb:
I didn't want people to think I'm strange for having a michael jackson in my building.
j dk
Quilly, Rent me one? J.
pepper
MJ sold neverland. He lived in our basement.
I kicked Gary Coleman out when he used all my special tiny toothbrushes.
j
Why is it whenever we read about some cold blooded killer his name turns out to be Curtis? Or Hamlet?
Comrade K:I hate to be contrary, but it seems to me that you are overlooking, "O.J."
j.
But OJ said he was going to spend the rest of his life dedicated to finding the real killer!
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Okay, sorry, I tried to keep a straight face.
Alas poor Justin! I knew him well...
Since I've never seen your blog before, that seemed to be a completely random, yet interesting post.
Justin, I will rent you my cats for $100.00 per day, and you must pay first class airfare to and from your home. At that price I feel it is only fair for me to warn you that neither of these pampered felines have ever seen a rat, although they do have a stuffed leopard print catnip mouse.
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