I was playing COD Black Ops and suddenly

I was playing COD Black Ops and suddenly the door popped open and an army of zombies came toward me

nightmare that was coming to life. Only this time, its never ending. I heard a knock on my front door. I thought it was a zombie, so we hid. It was the pizza guy. I lost my pizza.

This nightmare was how gullible I was. I believed whatever anyone told me. When they told me I was gullible and I believed that. I believe whatever the last thing someone tells me.

For me, the word gullible truly was written on every ceiling in every room I would walk into. When my ex-wife told me she loved me, I believed that too. That is, until she took

half my paycheck for ten years and then shacked up with an "artist" who needed her to support his weight on the new bed I'd bought her right before she served the papers. I laughed

at my own joke, because Lurleen had long been known as the town's boxspring. One look at her barn door ass and

they knew she had a stubborn old mule. But that is the type of equipment you needed prospecting. Going West, she hauled her ass, Mabel, to the California boom towns. Gold! cried

the man in the cheap suit. I"I'll give you CASH for your GOLD!" She looked suspiciously at the pawn broker, but moved her ass on. She no sooner passed the storefront when

she ran into her old high school flame, who had armfuls of gold and was heading in the direction of the pawn broker. The rube. She spit on his shoes for what he did to her.