Is that my... my... conscience? Seriously?
It seems I have one after all. Of course, the mildly illegal activity (to which I was an accomplice last week) wasn't the primary reason for those pangs of guilt.
I blame watching the first 10 episodes of My Name Is Earl. That show is the perfect rehabilitation for those of us who are "good people with a touch of bad." You sit and think, "What would Earl do? Would he advocate punching this douchebag in the face? Or would sit back and let karma do the ass-kicking for him?"
Because Earl is cool. And he has a moustache.
If I could write for any TV show, I think this would be it.
Hire me, you fuckers.
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