Wednesday, January 28, 2009

A conversation


"I'm going to my Mother's place this weekend to finish my damn novel. You shall appear, in the final chapter, in a forest full of parrots."

'I'm flattered.'

"You may be eaten to death."

'I should hope so.'

"You might have parrot sex, I simply don't know. Maybe both."

'Yeah, have my cake and get eaten too.'

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