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"Was that a bear?" she whispered, pulling

  • "Was that a bear?" she whispered, pulling the covers over her head. The trip to Yosemite ("yoss-might" as she called it)
  • wasn't going quite according to plan. It had been years since he'd been camping and the list of forgotten items was
  • long. So he wondered how long it would be before they would have to sacrifice someone to feed the
  • evil refrigerators, but people wouldn't volunteer. He had to make a tough choice. At random he pulled someone out of the line-up, and
  • opened up the plastic storage container with contents so putrid they'd be mistaken for herd of poisonous caterpillars. "Eat it," exclaimed the
  • cafeteria lady. Her gelatinous biceps thrust a ladel filled with the scum onto my tray, landing with a splat. Her piercing gaze dared me to say something. I turned and
  • ran for my life. I tripped on a blob of mashed potatoes and dropped my lunch tray.
  • The tray had landed on this guy named Bill, a man who was just as blob-like as the mashed potatoes I had tripped over. Despite the irony however
  • he was not at all pleased by his newfound headwear. Bill started to turn purple with rage I had never seen in a life-sized blob of mashed potatoes.I decided bravery was the better
  • option, because I'm not much of an undertaker. I like to juggle and tell jokes and squeeze into small spaces, like clown cars, and not take people out who don't really deserve it.

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