when i was walking along the woods,i saw

when i was walking along the woods,i saw a man burning in fire and was holdng a hamburger and was burning it in the fire which , he was covered in. and i was shock and i ........
I…" He drank deeply from his bottle then continued. "I stumbled back from the burning man. But he approached me, holding out his flaming burger!" He then paused as he wet himself.
"The burger," he said, shaking his leg, "was overdone. I'll never dine there again." He paused to let the information sink in. What could we do? Go for a curry? Surely not Italian.
So we went to that new French bistro downtown. I got the steak au poivre, and out of sheer curiosity, my friend ordered something called sweetbreads. "I like sweets!"
Little did my friend know, sweetbreads weren't sweet at all. Nor were they bread. Such is the way of the French! As my friend admired the various poached and fried animal glands
She stared contently at her surroundings, cheerful. She had no clue what she was staring at but she wanted it. I was considering telling her but the look on her face told me not to
think about any of the happy times. Her face would poison even my most intimate cherished moments. So I thought of something else. I thought of Brendan at the soccer field
and Coach McGuirk, slumped drunkenly in the stands, leaving the kids to their own devices. Needless to say, his little league soccer team had never won a single game, but that
never stopped from betting on his little kickers in the coaches pool. McGurk had his pride. He took another swig from his thermos. Gatorade tastes like piss he thought, but whiskey
was what he really needed. Hours later, McGurk woke up outside of McGillicutty's Pub. An alley cat licked his salty, whiskery chin. "Well," he thought. "Tomorrow's another chance."

Started: 2014-11-10 23:43:36
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