Tuesday, May 11, 2010


If you find yourself at a party looking to impress someone new with some gossip you swore not to share, you might first consider the Protection Postulate, which suggests groups of protohumans instinctively lapsed into spontaneous silences so as to listen for danger.
     And speaking of danger, you might also consider your proximity to the subject of the story, who quite unexpectedly heard: “ . . . and what would you say if I told you it wasn’t the fertility treatments at all, but that his mother was fucking her doctor?”
     And who answered from across the room: “You’re dead, you little prick.”

1 comment:

  1. Very amusing! I am not really into gossip save of the positive sort, praise and compliments but secrets, never secrets even if happy secrets.


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