And the first thing I told him was that he had the perfect cover for a serial killer.
"What???"
"I mean it. You're friendly. You're an artist. You were raised by a peace-loving hippie family. You have 700+ Facebook friends and a nice girlfriend who never suspected that you had such a dark side. It really is the perfect cover."
[insert audible sigh--EXACTLY the way a serial killer would react, don't you think?]
"Well, I'm not a serial killer, so there goes your theory."
"That's what a serial killer would say. Look at how huge the trunk of your car is. How many dudes do you think would fit in there?"
"Right, like I'd kill a bunch of men and stuff them in my trunk."
"Oh. So you'd kill women? You've thought about it, have you?"
"Are we done with this? Aren't you hungry for lunch?"
So we left it at that. BUT if I suddenly disappear, all of the tv newsmagazines will pull this blog entry and say how tragically prophetic it was. And then they'll show a photo of my smiling face and you'll hear "Somehow, deep down, she KNEW."
And you'll have read it here first.
Or not.
Lunch was good, anyway.
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