By bats | April 6, 2009 - 10:12 pm

This got weird.  I just wanted to showcase Woeful Willy (or Woebegone Willy, or some other name that sounds like something out of a nursery rhyme or an Edward Gorey book), but the plot has been so slow, there really wasn’t much to work with.  So here we have human trafficking, always a crowd-pleaser.

What’s killing me is any explanation why a blonde kid named Willy comes from Costa Rica…the bastard offspring of a horny rain forest researcher and one of the local ladies?  You heard it here first.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand...the plot thickens.  Supposedly Willy’s dad lives in a city called Bos-ton. Right.

Meanwhile, June gets a little testy (yes, it’s a real word.  And it’s not dirty, either.)

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