It was a dark and stormy night. I was alone

It was a dark and stormy night. I was alone at home and about to go to bed, when I saw a scary shadow figure at my window. "Who’s there" I shouted. Suddenly there was a flash
of thigh and we waited on the thunder, my uninvited guest and I. "Get out, you!" I shouted. "I'm not that kind of guy!" It left and I never slept again. Then it started courting me
following me home with flowers and chocolates. It was embarrassing. I'd already refused it. It was making scenes serenading me at work and
telling my friends that you are a virgin, saving yourself for marriage to me. I hate chocolate. I hate the flowers that you bought. Stop stalking me! I'm about to kick your ass!
Stalker: Yes, my love, kick it as hard as you can- leave your sweet mark on me. And I love you all the more for your candor. Together, we shall crusade against cocoa & pollen, and
all things pink and lacey! All cupids must now evacuate the area! (And evacuate they did. Do you know how hard it is to get puti poo off of your clothes?) By now the police had sho
wn up and arrested about fifteen of the flatulent, sharting fairys! I am glad it's almost over. I got the mop and bucket and began the laborous task of mopping up the pink poo and
rainbow barf those fairies had produced in their drunken state. They were now flitting around my head, attempting to flirt with me in drawling, high-pitched voices. I swatted them.
They warned me I wouldn't be able to fold this line so I stopped. They suggested I mention random flowers growing in February, which were unprecedented. Writing about them was most
ly about coming down from the midnight mountains with undusted eyes and maybe, just maybe, a smidgen of his superego intact. You succeeded in the 9th as I have in this, the tenth.

Started: 2017-02-14 22:17:58
Finished: 2017-03-03 19:46:14

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