Sunday, June 08, 2008


Christopher Hitchens and I have clashed horns by night before, and I have walked away discouraged. Never again! Knowing what I now know, I am confident in declaring myself WINNER OF ALL TIME, ONE-HUNDRED PERCENT TROPHY-TOUCHER, TAKE THAT HITCHENS YOU SWEAT TOO MUCH.


Admiral Farragut said...

Strange, on the same night I dreamed of Mr. Hitchens and he was only a torso from the waist up and a disembodied right hand. I guess there just wasn't enough of him to cover the demand. I wonder who got the head? So to speak.

Tricia said...

I like your version better! He would be capable of more.