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You can't make this stuff up! Oh yes I can!

  • You can't make this stuff up! Oh yes I can!
  • The journeyman clapped my shoulder. "It takes skills to make stuff up by hand, lad." I apprenticed fabricating small white lies. Someday, like my dad, I will forge huge whoppers.
  • Then finally, on that one fateful night, I threw it all on the line as I ticked the "I agree to the terms and conditions" box without actually reading them. Hands shaking in fear,
  • the doorbell rang at that very moment I hit accept. I went to the door opened to see someone saying "we are taking you with us." "What?" "You signed up for it when you accepted the
  • First prize in the sweepstakes entered ten years ago.
  • But I had whittled it all away trying to be a "Good Time Charlie" to all those gigolos at Maxfield's bar. And what did I get in return? Nothing. None of them even will give me the
  • finger. So, I decided to give it to them. "$#*%!*% YOU!" I screamed into their surprised, well-groomed faces. Maxfield's gigilos misunderstood entirely my outburst. Gliding over
  • to be closer, Gian Carlo offered me his arm while brandishing an enchanting smile. My anger vanished. The cougar in me took over. I saw where this was leading. How much could I lav
  • -ish on Gian Carlo? There wasn't much in the budget for a new boy toy this month. I decided I would uninvent the wheel.
  • Gian Carlo would be my partner in crime. Uninventing the wheel should be easier than inventing it. My first effort was to envision a world without the wheel and build upon that.

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