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Even without the smell of bleach stinging

  • Even without the smell of bleach stinging her nostrils, Mary new she was back at her old high school. It was the hallway echoed; she could almost hear the taunts of the other kids
  • in the hall performing their dorky homo-erotic comedy skits. The PE coach barreled into the hall and told them their comedy crap was a total dead end and that's when
  • Coach lobbed a dodge ball right into their makeup-wearing, Glee-watching spoilt faces. WHAMP WHAMP WHAMP! Combo hit. One ball ricocheted over each preppy face. Jocks laughed. Coach
  • -ella had the most violent fans of any music festival. For every Coach with a dodgeball rack, there was a groupie racking up SSF combos with toaster Nunchucks. The mosh pit was
  • slick with the blood of my enemies. I'd dislocated 2 elbows, shattered a nose and fractured a pelvis, and that was only on my sister while warming up. When I finally got in The Pit
  • . I was mano-a-mano in a Rushambo cage match to the death. At the corners of the areana were the deadly weapons, Granite Crushing Stone, Sythe Scissors, and Paper Tiger. 1...2...3!
  • But what was in the the fourth corner? That is where I went first... and found a super power-up rocket launcher! I started singing "If I had a rocket launcher, I'd
  • launch a rocket, but I ain't got no rocket to launch" I needed a rocket, fast! And that's when it hit me
  • . A giant can of soda shaken violently and opened suddenly would make a fine propulsion system. I stole the Red Bull car and strapped myself to the can
  • after I removed every article of clothing except the used condom I forgot to remove after my back alley romp with a guy who looked like shaft. This is it, I'm forever. God bless!

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