February 12, 2003
I'm sitting here at work, drinking a bottle of Tradewinds Iced Tea, and thinking that I'd like the warehouse here at the office to be haunted. Not haunted by vengeful, murderous ghosts mind you, but enough to scare the shit out of me once in awhile.
Dave suggested I make the warehouse haunted by way of ritually slaying goats in the warehouse, and while I chuckled at the thought of the company president wandering into work early one morning to the sight of me, standing over the bloody carcass of a goat in the center of a candle-lit, chalked pentagram in his warehouse, I concluded that such a method would probably summon the wrong kind of spirits.
The president probably wouldn't be too happy with a slaughtered goat in the warehouse, either.
In any case, I would probably enjoy the company of some dead people. as long as they're nice. And they bring me things. Like pie. Or stories. Just not death or pain.
On a completely different tangent, Conan licks a beater!
(02:50)
Update: Still no snow here in Atlanta. This city needs to get its ass in gear! It's almost Spring!
(05:18)
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