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As the hands tightened around my throat,

  • As the hands tightened around my throat, I pondered how I'd gotten myself into such a mess. It all began with the tea party, of course. And I'd used my best china too. I guess
  • I shouldn't have invited Boris, so soon after he came out of jail. It's just that a tea party seemed like a good idea. But now that I am slowly getting strangled, I have some time
  • to feel stupid. Like, if I'm inviting a guy dubbed "The Party Strangler" for tea, are teabags with XXXXL length strings really the bomb? Now my carotid artery was paying the price.
  • "More Oolong?" I picked up the chintz teapot and flung it behind me. The boiling hot tea sprayed into his face releasing the chokehold on me. "One lump or two?" I said as I karated
  • the shit out of him.I showed no mercy.Beaten and shamed he lay before me."I actually prefer coffee to.." I cracked his skull before he could finish his blasphemy.Tea had prevailed.
  • Carefully I gathered the broken tea leaves, leaving behind those tainted by blood. Carefully avoiding the growing pool of red, I rose to the sound of water coming to a boil
  • . It rose to approximately around my knees. Banging on the door and tossing my head around, I screamed for help and mercy.
  • Someone please get these treacherous leg warmers off of me!
  • They're plaid. I never wear plaid during months that end in "r!" These leg warmers have got to go!
  • "And *that*, honey, is how I got these scratches and bruises all over my legs! From ripping off the leg warmers so fast! See? Honey?" But he was already gone...
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2016-05-16 21:54:13
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2016-05-17 19:43:37

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