The tissues piled up on the table. The flu

The tissues piled up on the table. The flu hadn't reached it's plateau yet but I couldn't stop to rest so I knew it would just get worse. I had a deadline and health be damned.
Then my wife walked into the office, seeing the large pile of spent tissues next to my computer monitor and jumped to the wrong conclusion. She looked at me with a mix of disgust &
remorse and said, "The Whooping cough?" Then she pulled out her toenail clippers and mixed creamer in my Pom juice. She said, "I though I commanded you to never be ill." Then her
creamed toenail clippers told the crazy bitch, "Bitch, shut up." And the woman died and the toenail clippers were silenced as toenail clippers don't speak. Later the Pom juice
turned an ugly shade of green and burnt its way through the glass and set the table alight. Who knew that much vitamin C could be so dangerous? Toenails that long
could look very good if they were put into the shelf as decoration. I would get so many admirers. People would
worship me forever and ever, they would be my subjects and I would be their idol. I would make them
eat cake. Chocolate, vanilla, ice-cream, strawberry--any kind of cake would be legal under my rule! But, nevertheless, rebels sought to overthrow me and my kingdom and replace it
but Cowboy TV stopped them! Yay! He then
turned off the set, adjusted his bustier and selected shoes. The Du Pont Circle annual Trannies versus Dragqueens relay was in just 30 minutes, and he was feeling extra racy.

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