You're a bum, You're a punk,

You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

You scum bag, You maggot, You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God It's our last

THE POGUES - Fairytale of New York

http://www.fanfiction.net/~pinkrevolt

THE AUTHOR

PINK SETS HER PHASERS TO...PUN.

a jolly good conversation starter innit? anyway, my name is jen, i'm nineteen and i
have yet to discover my purpose in life. i make okay graphics, write crappy...crap (as
i've been told by my harlot of a lit. professor), and...yeah. i'm at the stage in my life
where i'm wondering if all this post-secondary education nonsense is worth it. it's too
expensive and there's a good chance where my degree will be of no use because i
most likely won't go into my desired field. if i had my way, i'd join the fucking mafia.
my nephew's godfather is into that, i swear. what else could well-coiffed Italian with
a Mercedes Benz possibly be into? he once said at the dinner table he knows where
Jimmy Hoffa was buried. i'm still trying to decide whether it was a joke or not.

BEAM ME UP, SCOTTY.

If Mittens chose to save baby penguin based on his beliefs and Mittens beliefs are not in his direct control, does Mittens really have free will?