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Every morning, Pamela paused on her way to

  • Every morning, Pamela paused on her way to the bus stop to look at the flowers beginning to come up through the layer of mulch and garbage along the edge of the park. Spring is
  • like that - beauty popping out in spots among large piles of shit. "Why couldn't it be summer already?" she wondered - rather disgusted by the smell of the garbage blowing into her
  • stage. As a magician, she wouldn't tolerate that. She took her magic wand and pointed to sky, and it became summer. Finally, the smell of garbage was gone, and she would be able to
  • turn the summer into winter, which she could use his fire spell to burn down the christmas tree and kidnap santa for unlimited gift. She now throw away her old self as a Magician.
  • Instead, she decided to sell her body to amputees, sexually. For the right price, they could watch as she sat down on a XL can of Monster, crushed it from within, and consumed it.
  • Monster soon picked up on this and decided to hire her for one of their company parties. She went their to showcase her act when the cops crashed the party and arrested the whole
  • lot of everybody present in the place. Those that put up any resistance were brutally shot in the left arm, the right arm, both knees, and even through the cheeks.
  • "We don't want this virus to spread," said Nurse Joy, as she injected the resistors with a purplish antibiotic. But I was not amused - I wanted Charmander to have the Pokérus.
  • How else would I get the rarest and most sought-after of all Pokemon, the adorable Zombeepy? Wait--I could inject MYSELF with this virus! There is no way this plan could go wrong!
  • "Oh, wait," I thought as the needle was inside my flesh and the contents almost all in my veins. Breathing was difficult, vision blurry, eyelids heavy. "What did I just do?" Death.

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