Monday night
I was reading a blog written by a well-known book reviewer. He described a lovely British holiday that quickly went awry. It seems that he was reading an awful romance novel while staying in an old manor house, and it inspired him to pick up a dueling foil and get in a fight with two members of the staff -- one male, one female. When it was all over, all three of them were sitting on the floor, dazed and bloody; each had lost a nipple.
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This strange dream was no doubt inspired by one of the Star Trek episodes we watched the other day, called "The Naked Time." Sulu had become infected with a virus and suddenly he was running around the Enterprise with a foil, imagining that he was D'Artagnan.
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