His eyes were open, dead to the world and

His eyes were open, dead to the world and reflecting nothing but the flies that climbed on them. I started to close them, like in the movies, but stopped at one. I liked winking.
But intermittent complete winking which requires the lid to pop open again. This wasn't going to work. I attached his eye lid to his car's windshield wipers. Winking time is here
and my anus quivered in anticipation. Which reminded me: I needed to get that thing checked out next time I went to the
mechanics for a tune up. Charlie the Lube Man was both a skilled repairman and proctologist. At one point, Charlie found some large ball bearings clanking around in my
colon & asked whether I meant for them to be up there. Honestly, I still can't recall how those ballbearings ended up there, but I told Charlie just to leave them & check my piston
for rust. I'd been putting it some pretty strange places of late and the last thing I needed was a rusty piston. Charlie gripped it, turning it slowly over in his hand. Looks like
this engine needs to be rebuilt. Not what Charlie had wanted. He thought a new fuel pump would get the old beast running, but now he sees that
the bee hive in the air intake was the real problem. As he went to clean it out, the bees became enraged and encircled Charlie's head and chased him to
the door of the bomb shelter. Decision time. Enter with the bees, or endure the slow, painful death from the radioactive atmosphere.
Either way was going to hurt. I chose the bees. I hope for some honey before I die.

Started: 2010-12-16 09:30:45
Finished: 2011-02-21 21:48:12

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