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I readied my hand and steeled my nerves.

  • I readied my hand and steeled my nerves. This game of rock paper scissors was going to determine which of us was going to live.
  • "Rock." Our fists came down with intensity. "Paper." I looked at my opponent and saw his lip quiver. "Scissors." My pounding heart was all that I could hear.
  • We locked eyes. I chose rock, but I was too afraid to look down. What if he had picked paper? What if I would have to make good on our deal? Suddenly, he grinned, and my heart sank
  • as he held up his hand, held flat to represent paper. "Rock? What an amateur. Looks like you're done for, kid." Snarling, he pounded the button, and I felt a rumbling beneath me
  • Suddenly the ground opened up like a trap door and swallowed me. I screamed as I fell down an endless hole, presumably to my death.
  • To my surprise, something soft broke my fall. Just when I thought I was lucky to be alive, I realized that my luck had quickly worn out. I looked around realizing that I landed in
  • a pile of poison Ivy. I got out and started scratching myself like crazy, watching as the rash started to quickly set in "Worst day ever" I said to myself
  • As I found calamine lotion. No more gardening for me. I hired Chance The Gardener to do the job. His knowledge of plants was second to none and fish heads made great fertilizer!
  • Alas, Chance the Gardener was tapped to replace the impeached president and he was whisked off to DC. He did, before he left, recommend an earnest young Mexican fellow, Cheech, to
  • head the department of foreign affairs. Chance and Cheech, had an affair, followed by a white house wedding, after which they painted the white house in rainbow hues. "About time!

1 Comments

  1. SlimWhitman Jun 24 2017 @ 16:31

    Cheesh, Our only Chance.

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