The ol' Switcheroo

So I'm sure our legions of readers were on the edge of their seats reading CVR and me battle it out over on Outraged. If you think this was thrilling I might try to find the literal stack of papers we both produced in written rebuttals to each other about the Iraq war some years ago. (Ironically, I stipulated I would only communicate about Iraq by writing b/c I thought it would be quicker than talking about it-that was foolish)

Anyway, as I normally do, as our readers watched (or read), I worked CVR over. My blows were so many they blotted out the sun. Desperate to win, CVR used the guise of coming to Norman for a concert to visit me. In truth, he carried on his person a vial of a particularly nasty strain of flu. As we all carried on and had fun, CVR slipped the contents of the dark vial into my drink. Historians now dispute what happened next. Some say my advanced ninja skills detected the corruption before it hit my lips, and I simply switched my drink for his. Others contend that CVR is a known alcoholic, and simply couldn't part with his own hard earned booze, tainted or not.

Quickly though, CVR found out that his plans weren't as rock solid as he initially thought. He realized this about 20 minutes after he left my house, as he pooped in his car.

Lesson Learned: Don't try to poison people.