An unbelievable story from Texas.
I've been trying to imagine someone lifting up a two-month-old baby, resting her inside a microwave, shutting the door and setting the timer for 20 seconds. Do you do something like that in a daze? Are you aware as you close your daughter inside a microwave? Are you feeling anything? It's unfathomable.
I've got to say, the "Satan told me to do it" line is overused these days.
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- Orlaith
- Name is pronounced 'Orla', just so your internal monologue is correct.
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4 comments:
Weirdos from Texas, one might say! Just NEVER check my passport(s) and we can still be friends :-)
Ha ha!! I think those years in France somehow managed to deTex you.
My last Birthday BBQ, you brought that amazing chocolate cake (all hail French grandmothers) - now, a true Texan would have brought a pile of mesquite steaks that she'd smoked herself.
You never know, the Texan may resurface during a mid-life crisis/prolonged period of stress. Imagine if it happened before your PhD viva...
Nightmarish situation... Hey, what would be really funny is if I instead started speaking with a real French accent, à la René. I'd actually pay good money to see that!!
Too funny! The viva committee wouldn't believe a word you were saying. Although you'd have great grounds for appeal...
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