Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Friday, August 07, 2009

Werewolves of Camden

OK, everybody knows a werewolf can be killed with a silver knife or bullet. But what about silver-plate? I mean how many people do you know who have a solid silver knife just hanging around? But almost everybody has some pitted up, crappy old silver-plated silverware in the kitchen junk drawer. If silver-plate would do, could you even just thunk him with a spoon?
And if that works then why couldn’t I just triumphantly toss the silver unicorn necklace I got for my thirteenth birthday over his head? Or pop him in the third eye with that giant clunker of a silver and turquoise ring from 1974?
Where would one go to find these things out ahead of time?
Because I certainly don’t want my corpse to be discovered wearing that shit, with a tarnished, ten cent, yard sale, spoon in my hand.

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