Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Oh, Dear
Please meet Mr. Guerra. He is a chinchilla. He came to me this morning and nested in my hair. He quivered his soft fur against my face. Mr. Guerra is illegal. He snuck in through a sewer from Mexico. He does not have any papers.

I told him what happens to illegal Chinchillas.

He told me I needed to get some better subject matter for my blog. I turned the little bastard in to INS.

He will be missing the pilot episode of 'Sons and Daughters'.

Goodbye, Mr. Guerra! Hasta La Vista!

Edit: By no means does this post belie my political beliefs about illegal PEOPLE. Only illegal CHINCHILLAS. I am not a facist.

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