IllogiNews:Bats are eating my legs

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Bats, or more precisely bat-like creatures are eating my legs. Here's one now.

EVERY OTHER POLE, Smidgeon -- As you may know, bats are eating my legs. As far as I can see, they're real bats. Obviously carnivorous. Possibly a gay Nazi hunter. Estimates are conservative, but reputed mobster front Facebook claims that the orgy never took place. That is to say, it never existed.

Repudiate my claim, if you feel so compelled, but I'm telling you that bats are eating my legs. "Save it for Hogwarts, Hermione", I heard from a sagacious pundit. Bastard. I love that guy. He tells it like it is, and isn't. And maybe in between.

My doctor says I have glaucoma, with a wink and a nod. I won't dispute the facts. In fact, like Deepak Chopra, I believe in some total bat shit loon crazy shit. Hey, go to Utah and stand on a corner someplace, rant about how dead Mormons each get their own planet... see how long you last.

OK, they're not really bats, but you must admit, they're bat-like. With owls eyes. Eating my legs. I wonder where they'll stop. The picture shows only one, but believe me, there's more than one. Several, at minimum.

So why isn't there a prodigal daughter in the Bible? No, really. It's because the very heart, the dark heart, of monotheism is the perpetuation of Meme clusters across time and space. Across generations, you see. And what does all this lead to? Nonetheless, I believe that bats are eating my legs.