calendar of martyrs
This holiday has never done me no good nohow. (A summary of previous years.) But the man from Lint Van Lines proved to be young and dashing, wearing a really nice gray suit, and he complimented my taste in music. This was an improvement on many of my dates in the past.
Pet replication? What the fuck? Okay, I know there's no essential moral difference between a cloned cat and a cloned sheep, but the cloned cat hits you a little more viscerally. And you know where this is going. The year is 2065 and 80-year-old Denise is on Boots version 5.0. "He's a little more temperamental than Boots 4," she tells you over cookies and chai, "but at least he doesn't have the growth on his eye that Boots 2 did, back before the technology was perfected." Shiver.