Do you want to build a snotman? Come on let's

Do you want to build a snotman? Come on let's go and play. I never smell you anymore. Come out the door. It's like you've gone away! We used to trade snot balls, and now we don't.
I wish you would tell me why! Do you not want my cold? Just a little runny nose? "Go away Anna, that's gross, I'm not a baby any more, I don't pick my nose" Okay bye.
I realized later that Anna had been coming on to me with her bugger offer. It wasn't about the yuconasian gold. It was about sharing. In sickness and in health. So I offered her my
help in rubbing Vicks Menthol into her chest. After this she changed her mind & asked to see the treasure map. I unfurled the parchment pointing to the Yuconasian gold mine. "All
the treasure is buried here." she indicated an innocuous red x on a map of a small island. How was I to know that there would be cannibals, poisonous snakes, and rabid rabbits. Bu
t like the ill-informed opportunist I was, I signed on the dotted line. The gunslinger seemed sincere as gunslingers go, and the thought of buried treasure on an island allured me.
I admit now that it was the gunslinger's sexy mustache that really did it more than anything. Wrongly I assumed that even if I never located the buried treasure, at least I had
a chance of getting a mustache ride and if I played my cards right, for free. I put my hand out for the map. He just looked at me. I winked and he handed them over. The treasure
would redeem me with my great aunt Pollyandra who had died before I had the courage to take on this life that I have now; a life she had seen for me. Once I had the treasure she
Was able to move to the spirit world and channel me. This was the real thing. There were written instructions, which I could read. They were in Middle English. How anticlimactic

Started: 2014-12-22 20:00:07
Finished: 2017-01-04 15:37:52

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