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"Well, I just don't remember sticking scissors

  • "Well, I just don't remember sticking scissors in the guy's eyes and gluing him to the side of a CSX freight train." He chuckled wistfully. "Man, but we did get up to some pranks
  • ." But he was talking to himself again. At Dino's Bar and Grill. No one was listening, again. He'd been a professional nobody forever. To change that he kissed the woman sitting
  • at the end of the bar, and felt too late her foundation-concealed mustache and notices her formidable jaw. She asked me to dance. I asked her name, and in a dark brown voice she
  • asked for a short stack and a double shot of Southern Comfort. This was no ordinary lumberjill, this was the one for me! Her mustache was like
  • a kitten, soft and prone to tangling. Oh yes, she tickled my fancy alright, especially when she poured the syrup into my coffee and stirred creamer into my short stack. Just then
  • a vibration formed on the surface of my coffee. A semi pulled into the diner's parking lot. I saw the waitress pull her skirt up and adjust her brassiere before skating to the
  • trucker's table and taking his order. I watched his eyes track her until she slipped into the kitchen. There was familiarity there. And obvious desire. This could be my man.
  • I sat by him & unobtrusively slipped him a note : ORDER ME CHEESEBURGER FRIES CHOC MLKSHKE - MAKE THAT DOUBLE FRIES OR THE WAITRESS GETS IT. The trucker froze and then called
  • his friend over, kicked me out and I hit the ground some speed, I guess I learned my lesson.
  • The lesson being never trust a pot-smoking douche-bag with a landlady, because you'll find yourself rapidly more obsolete than a disposable anal wipe.
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2012-05-10 19:01:00
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2013-08-19 23:31:32

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