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I, Sheldon Fuzbukka, being of sound mind

  • I, Sheldon Fuzbukka, being of sound mind and body, do hereby put forth my last will and testament. To my one and only son, I leave my house and everything inside it. To my
  • one and only third wife, I leave my yacht, the S.S. Dinghy-Slayer. To Fifi, I leave the Beware of Dog sign attached to the electric aura around my guest island. As for my fortune,
  • I have hidden it in a dumpster in the Washington Wilderness. Anyone who is able to solve my cipher is welcome to the loot. For my valet, a boot to the head. As for my whiskey,
  • boot to the groin." That was the note that John Wilkes Booth found in the Washington outskirts. But what did it mean? He had 3 months before the play, so he followed the cipher's c
  • ontrolling center, wandering from the outskirts to the inner circle of the capital. There were no leads, but he continued to search. John wasn't the type to simply give up, no, not
  • when the sweet sweet perfume of immigrant construction workers was so tantalizingly close. John continued his journey to the capital, skipping giddily at the thought of caressing
  • the Liberty Bell. The journey to the capital of the next world was driving him to forget about the hunger in his belly. He could swing a hammer with the best of them as promises
  • made in one world might be fulfilled in others. The car's radio played fragments of passing worlds and ones yet to come. He gripped his hammer as he drove, the Liberty Bell's tone
  • striking the windscreen like a brick thrown from the overpass. From his sweating hand the hammer fell to the floor, slid beneath the brake pedal and wedged there. When he saw
  • a giant plaster of paris effigy of Agnes Crumplebottom, our sweaty antihero did the manly thing he could do: He swerved his vehicle violently into the foot of it. Chaos ensued.
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2011-11-15 14:02:56
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2012-06-15 16:01:39

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