I snuck to the driver’s side of her giant

I snuck to the driver’s side of her giant Dodge and popped the hood. I slid out from behind the wheel and pushed the hood release completely and pushed it up.
Rats had made a nest and chewed up the fan belt. But these rats were different. They were wearing loose muscle shirts and truck stop hats. They saw me and said, "Gett'er doooone."
I suddenly had a flashback to 5th grade when my teacher read us Mrs Frisby & the Rats of NIMH, but these rats weren't the intelligent, innovative kind. These shady rats reeked of
urine and ink. It was a sickly sweet smell that I couldn't bare to inhale any longer. I hunched over and heaved onto
my shoes, the rank, chunk-filled puddle quickly soaking into the leather. My head reeled and my stomach did loops as a crazy thought shot through my head: "That damn
Octopus! I should have know that's what it was!" The question now: what to do about it?
What else has eight legs and suckers? Ah, yes - two people riding on one horse. But could they also swim in depths of up to 30 metres? There's only one way to find out
if this horse can survive a plunge 100 feet deep into that lake said Zeke. Wally was fully shnockered on malt liquor so he thought it was reasonable. Zeke pulled out a roll of duct
billed platypus and Zeke made himself comfortable beside the campfire. It was quiet and peaceful. The night was clear and the dusy glow of the milkyway stretched overhead. Wally
hugged his pet platypus and gently rocked it to sleep as the stars shot across the sky and the fish descended from space and swam in the warm water of the Arctic ocean

Started: 2011-02-02 02:46:51
Finished: 2011-03-16 22:43:03

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