She had come to the door and said, "Hi neighbor."

She had come to the door and said, "Hi neighbor." In his mind he thought, "Drop dead loud mouth." But what he said was, "Hi." Then she handed him the sympathy card. He opened

that traitorous hag had thrown him under the bus. He would get his revenge, he mused, hanging his sweater in the closet. Indeed, it will be a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

It was at that moment that Mr. Rogers's personality was ripped asunder. He was torn between getting revenge on all who wronged him, and bringing

that new loofa sponge he bought at Smart and Final during lunch hour home for some quality private time this evening. He tingling thinking about

it's rough edges becoming soft against his skin as it got wetter and wetter. He couldn't wait for the bubbles to invade; tiny marauders stampeding into his dirty, delicate places.

Who knew being a soap-tester down at DIAL could turn out this well? Show up at 8am, bubble bathe for 8 or so hours, then clock out and head home. The only hard part

was that due to the daylong baths my skin was shriveled and wrinkly like a man of 80. This was a real turn off for most women, but after some time on the dating scene I discovered

that they were into me. I was just on my way around to Jens house when

he say'd "U ARE LYING" Instantly i say'd "U MAD?" He responds with "IM BEING TROLL'D" I feel ill. He spited Poison and poison'd me. I got to the hospital. Whatever, im still alive.