Blank.Nothing.Void.That's the thing about

Blank.Nothing.Void.That's the thing about the stare she gave Carl.June gazed into his eyes but,nothing.There was nor love or hate and that made him really mad for having lost
the world chess invitational. June couldn't have made Carl feel worse if she had tried. He had only wanted June to feel SOMETHING, if only disdain for having sat 7 hours watching
Tyler Perry's House of Payne. June would never forgive Carl for that. So one night at a party, June told Carl's attorney that Carl had a penis like an infant, it was tiny, bald and
became turgid at the lightest touch. The Attorney sized up Carl, and commented to June "
You got a real purty mouth". Carl smashed his knuckles into the attorney's cheekbone as hard as his little body could. June put her hand over her mouth and
stifled a scream. Carl swung the banjo, administering the coup de grace. June's eyes were wide with fear and a puddle was forming by her feat. They had to leave, quickly. He
grabbed a couple bottles of his mother's homemade cabbage juice, a big towel and the car keys. He told her she'd have to sit on the towel since either her water had broken or she
had peed herself. "I'm going out to get a beer, ma" he said. "Don't go having the baby without me. I'll be right back." He drove to the package store and picked up a couple of
"packages", and when he returned, his wife was in fact having the baby without him. "How could you do this to me?" He cried, as he opened the "packages to reveal hundreds of little
peeps. He wedged them between burger buns and smothered them in peanut butter. Those fluffernutters constituted a delightful interval of his miserable, non-labor-witnessing life.

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Finished: 2011-05-27 16:48:05

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