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A salute your shorts marathon was on at the

  • A salute your shorts marathon was on at the same time there was a convention for Magic the gathering
  • '. So I had a tough choice to make. Finally I decided to run in my shorts to the Magic Convention, aware i wouldn't be able to score on that marathon. But when they refused to let
  • my overwhelmingly pale legs in, for fear of blinding the attendees, I pulled my shirt up too. "What's that? I'm too white for the Magic Convention?" My Portlandia DVDs fell out of
  • of my satchel...i thought of my favorite characters...the lesbian bookstore owners and smiled in wardly. I rustled them back into my satchel and scurried across the convention floo
  • tracking soot everywhere in little rat pawprints. "God is watching you," an elderly woman warned me. I told her to eat spam baby. Nobody talks back to the rat king! Nobody! Do you
  • Know how he likes folding stories? You should be following his example and folding stories, young man." The Rat King loved finishing old stories. It kept his brain cells active.
  • All three of them. "But I don't want to fold stories!" the little rat bastard cried, "I want to scare the hell out of people, eat all of their expensive cheese, and leave dropping
  • s of rat sh--" "Children, no swearing allowed!" Mrs. Cheese reprimanded. She continued: "No excuses, you need to finish folding your stories or else
  • the big bad kitty will gobble you up. Ratty raised her hand. "Yes?" "Well Mrs.Cheese, I'll just give the old bugger a good one two." she swished her fists. Catfood raised his hand.
  • Mrs. Cheese closed her eyeswearily, pretending not to see, but knowing that she would have to eventually call on Catfood. "Yes, Catfood, you may be eaten first," she answered him.

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