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the bathroom tiles where cold on her feet.

  • the bathroom tiles where cold on her feet. she sat on the lip of the bath tub, listening to the tick tock of the kitchen timer waiting for the sign. he stood outside the door
  • and his phone jingled, sending him sprawling into the curio cabinet. Her grandmother's favorite Elvis plate
  • teetered forward against the glass for a moment, then a hairline crack appeared. Before it could get any worse, she kicked the weak leg and caused the whole thing to fall. Elvis
  • magically appeared out of thin air, grabbed the cracked thing with a look of betrayal that set granny to tears, and left the building, cracked art piece in hand. That's how it
  • was at Mad Magazine in those days. We really thought that "Cracked" was going to overtake us. We had no idea that there was a double agent, taking our gags and
  • then gagging us with them. Touché or touchy we weren't quite sure what to qualify this as. Anyway, the Entenmann's doughnut saleswoman
  • suddenly stopped shoving doughnuts down my friend's and broke down in uncontrollable sobs. 'Why, oh why can't I
  • stop! I don't want to do this. It's all because I'm getting pushed around by Sam! He is such a jerk!" My friend
  • whined. But no-one listened. Everybody knew that Sam was AMAZING because he'd got everyone tickets to see The Lion King, whereas my friend had just given everyone scabies.
  • However, Sam had a dark secret. He was secretly a unicorn turned man, hoping desperately to make his way back home. The Lion King tickets were his way of hinting at his curse.

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