Not to mention, my imaginary psychic girlfriend Wendy Woo says the three wise men are about to arrive for our annual get together with you-know-who.
What a
fun response! I guess there's no such thing as "bad attention", is there, Bubba?
A colleague of mine ran that marathon and others at my company worked a first aid tent. They expected to deal with sprains, cuts, heat exhaustion and maybe a heart attack. They
weren't expecting to become a M*A*S*H unit. I guess they were lying, too, about the injuries, huh? Actors, CGI, the complicity of countless strangers? Yeah, that's
far more believable than a couple of young male zealots who decide to butcher some innocent people. That
never happens in real life, does it, Encyclopedia Brown?
No, you're right, though. It's far better to trust the uninformed musings of some random anonymous pot-addled internet armchair detectives with their homespun wisdom who think there's "sumthin' funny lookin' 'bout that thar jagged leg bone". Yeah, that will probably end well.
Merry Christmas