Whenever I buy something, I always get a receipt. That way, if I ever get wrongfully accused of a crime, I whip out my receipt, and BAM I'm off the hook.
Just imagine: a bare, 60-watt lightbulb swings gently from its cord a few feet above my head. In the dank, windowless room, it's just enough light to make out the silhouetted figure of the tough-as-nails police detective who's putting me through the wringer. Lime scale is barely visible on the dank concrete block walls. The musty odor of mold and lost hopes is unmistakable.
-Make it easy on yourself and tell me why you committed the murder, pal.
-I didn't.
-Oh yeah?
-Yeah, see, I bought a roll of tropical-fruit Lifesavers at the exact time of the murder.
-Oops.
Lifesavers: The sweet taste of vindication.
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2 comments:
that's kinda silly
I was going to e-mail, but then what's the point of having the "comment" option on here? plus it subconsciously tells you that I checked out your blog...but did I read it??
nice work doppelganger.
i expected the receipts bit to end with, "we dont need to bring ink and paper into this."
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