Dangerous Compassions


“Hey, honey!  I don’t understand your dressing!  How could it be so good?  I thought ranch dressing was horrible, the most boring shit ever!  So bad, it was offensive.”  I was excitable, about dressing. “Is that because ranches have fences?” Ming asked. “Ranches do have fences,” I said.  “Are we talking about ranchers shooting wolves… Read More »