I was suffering through the worst Writer's

I was suffering through the worst Writer's Block I had ever suffered. I just could not put words into a piece of paper with creative flow. How would I break the Writer's Block?
I grabbed the tennis ball out of my lab's mouth. It was covered in saliva, but I didn't care. I mindlessly threw it against the wall and caught it. My mind trying to latch onto
how Penn & Teller fooled me again. Those guys and their damn slight of hand! Copperfield and Blaine could never do it, but the loudmouth and his silent friend? Every damn time I
am reminded of freakin' Laurel and Hardy, only with quicker fingers and a bent for illusion. Penn and Teller, these damnable bastards of the magic community, begging to "Fool Us!"
But we weren't fooled. Never had been. Choosing between Penn and Teller was like choosing between Almond Joy and Mounds. Both get the job done, but philistines
would tell you that Almond Joy's got nuts, and I don't know about Penn or Teller. Don't know 'em that well. I just do their laundry. One time I found a shrunken head in Penn's
pants pocket. In Teller's I found a map to a strange island with a giant red x on it. I decided to check it out on my next day off which was tomorrow. Upon arriving on the island,
which was only a hop skip & jump from Easter Island, I noticed the beach strewn with colorful egg shell fragments. Soon enough the reason found me, a palm dropped a giant egg on my
bacon. I had just brought it home. Luckily, the egg had not broken. My dining room table was though. My bacon did not look fight ready so I panned it over medium heat for 3 minutes
And it screamed bloody murder. It splattered me and my clothes with blood. Blimey! Breakfast was eventually served and no one would touch the bacon except my squidling. I was burnt

Started: 2015-02-10 13:00:00
Finished: 2017-03-24 00:37:10

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