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By the time my car came to a rest in front

  • By the time my car came to a rest in front of the station, I was so enthralled in my daydream that I didn’t notice myself turning the ignition into the off position. I almost
  • sharted but I unbuttoned my pants instead. I was daydreaming about the restroom. This station did not look like the kind where the bathroom isn't chock full of Hep C, but
  • that was the fun of it. I would try 34 more bathrooms that day, a kind of hepatitis Russian roulette in my half-hearted suicide attempts. All because her speeches bored me so.
  • That night, though, as I stared into the murky depths of the 35th urinal, a new thought struck me with the force of a brick-filled handbag to the jaw. I didn't have to listen to
  • my parole agent's bullshit Horse Latin logic. I could just head south of the border and become the Mexican Donald Trump. With 17 dollars in my pocket and a bag filled with
  • a billion more dollars, I could buy up all the cocaine in Mexico and exchange it for blowjobs. It was a foolproof strategy, but unfortunately, I was no fool.
  • Only a fool would attempt such a dangerous heist, and only a fool would succeed. I decided to abandon the idea. Cocaine and blowjobs would have to wait. Right now I was on my way
  • to a far less dangerous heist at the Super Soaker factory. "Don't be a hero!" I shouted as I burst in. One woman ignored my advice, shooting me with water. I shot her with bullets.
  • An unfortunate side effect of performing the heist of the Super Soaker factory with real weapons disguised as Super Soakers was noone took us seriously. The clerk yelled, "nya nya
  • can't get me!" and hid behind the formica desk. I took aim and was ready to fire when the security system kicked in. We were barraged with 500 water balloons. Damn kids!
Started
2011-02-02 02:32:37
Finished
2011-09-10 09:35:58

1 Comments

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    jaw2ek Sep 10 2011 @ 10:57

    Nice ending.

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