I am so over it. First the telephone poles

I am so over it. First the telephone poles and electric wires...now it's the drones and the lasers, what will be next
, I paused. The words from my Apple Mindguide played back on my retina. I tried to remember a day when all communication wasn't telepathic. A ad memory jingle rang in my ear.
So I drove my head through the nearest wall. I can't stand jingles about cookies, they just drive me nuts. That was not the one I looked for, back to memory lane again!
Curiously, I was drawing blanks on Dragonball Z and anime and mangoes, as I call them. There are worse ways to lose on Jeopardy, including, but not limited to,
Getting shot by the audience, getting abducted by aliens and getting shot from a slingshot into space. Granted these outcomes are not the most common but
it was not the first time that any of these things had happened to Tom Sebago since he had taken up work as a circus hand. It had seemed like such a romantic opportunity though now
it seemed more creepy than romantic. He had seen Carnival of Souls, and AHS, so he shouldn't have made such a bad decision, but here he was, working at the skeletal circus
ticket booth with his dentures drenched in saliva in one outstretched hand and a moldy carrot in the other. If only he
Had remembered to use mouthwash! Mrs. X chided him for plotting to assassinate the mouse, Jerry, who lived in the grand concert piano. "Who do you think you are?", she said.
Jerry slowly recovered from the whiff of dragon breath that had left him half dead and wheezing inside the piano, & made a point to bring its cover crashing down on stinko's finger

Started: 2015-11-29 14:32:59
Finished: 2016-02-21 15:45:53

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