He was left there standing in the middle

He was left there standing in the middle of the street. Passers-by were moving quickly around him and cars were waiting for the green light. The only thing he had in mind was her
schel Walker. He couldn't wrap his mind around how Minnesota would give up 5 guys & 8 picks for Herschel Walker & 4 picks. That's 13 guys for 5. Plus we're talking first rounders
& quarter pounders. He stopped mulling over fantasy football when his daughters welcomed him home. "Hi daddy, didja bring us a present?" "Sure did!" he grinned. Tick tick tick tick
went the timer at the fantasy football draft. He couldn't focus with all this life happening around him. Luckily, his daughters knew nothing of red or blue wires, so their present
was wrapped and still under the Christmas tree. Daddy Kazcinski had rigged a little surprise for his daughters too. It was revenge for forcing him to play a very thin Santa Claus
each of the past 3 Xmases. When his daughters opened their gifts, cream pies propelled out of the boxes and coated their faces. The Unabomber was a closet clown. In her memoir "My
Big Red Nose: The Untold Story of the Unabomber Clown" became a NY Times bestseller. She went on a book tour, promoting the art of terroristic humor. Sadistic tickling, scaring
audiences with her stories. Crowds loved her and wanted to buy her books and have her sign them. It didn't matter that innocent lives were taken. She was making money and
that's what's important. Cold Mojitos served by cabana boys went a long way towards easing the guilt, but cirrhosis and STDs eroded her creativity and her next book, "Sad Cake,"
was a major flop. Not that it mattered to her anymore. She spent the rest of her days in bed, alone...a cigarette in one hand, bourbon in the other & her crotch burning, burning.

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