The general smiled. "No," he said. "Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. I exhausted their possibilities, you see. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. I live for danger, Mr. Rainsford. I live for grizzly-boom tennis."
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Napbeasts of apocalypse
Oddly, my naps, though very light, still removed much of the mass of the zombie from my back. I am now more Hunter S. Thompson than Jerry Garcia. Considering, though, that both are dead, this is not saying much.
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