Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for February 08, 2006
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Lucy: Um...I can only make a rock Danae: Hey, I didn't make the rules Lucy: Uh...I seem to recall it a little differently Danae: Then write your own memoir, fuzz-butt We were alone in the wilderness for days without food or water and the snow kept coming down. A hard decision had to be made, so we played rock-paper-scissors to make the choice. I won hands down, so to speak. That's when I ate my horse.
History is written by the winners.