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Treaties signed, the president walked down

  • Treaties signed, the president walked down the hall. Y2k had gone well and the American people were worried about almost nothing. The budget surplus and economic prosperity were
  • in the bag. Now he had time to whisk the motorcade over to Inglewood and visit a certain someone. "Certain Someone," as the voice males had said. He had never been certain in
  • ways the females weren't. The secret lie in the allure of a freshly de-nuded scrotum; that was the key to his super powers. Only one person new of this weakness and it was his
  • next-door neighbor who walked in on him one morning to borrow a cup of sugar. He silently cursed his love of naked house cleaning at that moment when Mrs. Beasley caught an eyeful.
  • He apologised profusely. 'I'm so sorry, Mrs B. I was just watering my window-box. I didn't realise you were down there!' The infuriated Mrs Beasley
  • shouted "That's no excuse! I'm gonna come up there and kick your ass!" He gulped. He ran and looked for a
  • rusty pipe-wrench. It'd have to do. He shouted for the offender's attention, be they were no where to be found. Cursing he searched the area but only found footprints leading to
  • The yellow brick road. When the criminal made it to the paving, the residues of mud were visible on his steps, but they fade with each step until
  • they had finally disappeared. Need to ditch these shoes he thought, as he walked in to the thrift store. I will just switch them out, leaving the evidence behind me. He entered
  • the back room to find Yin, the asian storekeeper, shaving her feet with a Ped Egg. The looked at me and

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