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She opened the coffee make. "Uh, Delilah?

  • She opened the coffee make. "Uh, Delilah? Where are your coffee inserts." Delilah cocked her head, "What, you mean filters?" She said, "What's a filter?" The blank stare on her
  • The new trend of coffee inserts had passed Delilah by, who was still using a grinder and the crushed souls of her betrayers to brew her award winning coffee. "Want lament with that
  • bad case of crabs," she said to no one in particular as she drank a 20 ounce cup of bitter, served piping hot. Although she burned the roof of her mouth and a little piece of skin
  • slid down her throat with the steaming drink. It was a small, but satisfying injury, and it made her smile. It disappeared, however, the second she noticed
  • all of the buttons missing on Grandma's sweater. "You bastard!", she yelled, but of course to no one, for the smallish injury had indeed caused great harm. The sweater was not
  • an ordinary sweater. It was the knitted from grandpa's ectoplasm and the injury caused it to begin to unravel releasing the his evil spirit. Grandma lurched for the exit.
  • The empty rocking chair leaned back HARD, catching the cats tail. The cat Jumped and tried to get behind the Buffet Hutch tipping it in front of the door. Grandpa's evil Spirit
  • wafted from the torso, speaking in Newt Gengrich's disembodied voice: "Nayyy". I cowered behind the rhodedendron, simultaneously trying to coax the cat back to apologize for my
  • untoward advances upon it's fragile person and to arm myself against the coming battle against the foulest Newt of them all.
  • I took my armor, bow and arrows and a map of Newtland. My comrades shouted "Bless you! And may God bring you back!". I walked away with high spirits and finished well.
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2010-12-19 13:30:18
Finished
2012-06-19 00:43:32

1 Comments

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    SlimWhitman Jun 19 2012 @ 07:45

    What a fine cup of bitter souls that was!

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