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Scientist of the Invisible

Too much ammunition lately, not enough self-control.

If I hear "Frosty the Snowman" one more time, I'll rip his frozen face off.

Maureen Dowd vs. Kerstmis:
My equally demonic sister has a whole collection of rodents dressed in holiday clothes that she puts up around her house. There's a mouse Santa Claus and mouse Mrs. Claus and mice elves and a miniature Christmas village with mice, and some rat Cinderella coachmen in pink waistcoats and rats in red velvet vests and more rats, wearing frilly red-and-white nightshirts and nightcaps and holding little candles, leading you up the steps to bed. It's beyond creepy. I keep fretting that it's going to be like "Willard" meets "The Nutcracker," where they come alive and eat her like a Christmas pudding.

(In de NY Times, dus registratie verplicht)

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