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Yesterday a friend and I were having a serious conversation about how I am going to geneticly alter the DNA of a Bunny and a Kitten to create the worlds cutest animal: The Bitten. The Bitten however must stay forever young and never become a Cabbit. My friend asked how exactly I planned to do this and I responded by telling him that there was no way I trust him enough to tell him my secrets of genetic mutation. Then for some reason I said in complete seriousness that I wouldn't even tell J. Edgar Hoover. Then we got into how I travel back in time periodically to visit J. Edgar Hoover and how if I told him the secrets of the Bitten, it would already be invented by the time I got back to the future. Then we just lost it and started cracking up. I mean really? WTF? We were sooo serious about this whole conversation. It was like talking about Dancing Man Syndrome and White Man's Disease. If you have no clue what they are, I suggest you wise up and read my one-act play entitled, ance Like It's a Disease".

Ok, self-promo finished. I am ridiculous.