Seven years ago I found a hat made of the
- Seven years ago I found a hat made of the finest silk. It was blue and looked to have never been worn. I found in it the old dumpster outside the strip club. Problem is, it was too
- fucking small. My brother's and I were all cursed with the horrible genetic fate of having Watermelons for craniums. My two sister's got away with normal sized skulls, but not
- Peewee, whose cranium was a pepquino melon. Then there was Sid who's skull was a bitter melon, but all of us grew from one vine, and were family.
- We were known as the "Melons." Peewee used to tell Sid, "Sid, you can do anything, you're a melon!" Peeewe's sisters skull was a honey dew melon and
- we hid about the forests of New England in the Americas. We became known as the "melonheads" by the local drunkards and klips. Just because we had melons for heads. Peewee and Sid
- on the other hand didn't have melons for heads. They had the heads of hyenas and would keep laughing hysterically at even the sad things. This didn't go down too well with the
- purveyors of joy, happiness, and associated thing persons who turned their smiles upside down just especially for those sad neurotic chucklers. When the frowns come smiles grow.
- And so it went, a never ending cycle of smiles and frowns. For every dismal, bitter, heart-wrenching story, a Yo Mama joke was soon to follow. It was a battle for the hearts of
- easily moved. Amie needed to win this fight, to prove the superiority of tear-jerkers over cheap laughs. The audience were still giggling from the last story as she began to tell
- a frighteningly fierce fable. It chilled the bones & curdled the blood of the audience. Amie left them there gripping their seats with their sweaty hands. "Thank you." she said.
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- 2011-08-03 11:38:40
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- 2015-09-22 05:40:43
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SlimWhitman Sep 22 2015 @ 05:45
Sounds like Foldingstory.