In a narrow street, on a remote part of town

In a narrow street, on a remote part of town SlimWhitman, Slim Dusty and Slim Shady walked into a bar and ordered 3 Slim Fast Shakes from the willowy looking bartender. SlimWhitman

immediately recognised this as a fourth wall breaking story fold, concocted by a friend, but what did that mean for him ? Was he real, or a part of this story. Could he change it ?

No one knew. But that was par for the course in a folding story. Forrest Gump said it best, "Life is like a box of chocolates." you can never trust it when it hits you in the face

And it did, for me. Hit me in the face, that is. People on this site were violent--or maybe it was the site itself that threw the story through the screen.

We all turned to look at the screen door to see what he meant. The latched latch was the only thing holding the screen door form swing open on its hinges. The wind kept trying. Guy

I watched triumphantly through my bomb-proof screen door as the diverted bomb bounced back from whence it came. I heard a faraway curse in a foreign language just before it detonat

ed. The shockwave blew me off my feet, sending me across the room where i fell to the floor. "ha, you will never get me!" I laughed hysterically like a psycho killer clown gone nut

-case crazy. The explosion had blown off my hair and face paint, revealing the rainbow wig and big red rubber nose underneath. Drat! My cover was blown! I really was a psycho clown

with a 40,000-volt joy buzzer. I laughed crazily but stopped mid-cackle to find my sulfuric-acid seltzer bottle leaking on my shoes. I hightailed it out of there to epic applause.