Her idea of a perfect Friday night was making

Her idea of a perfect Friday night was making jewellery from fake flowers and candy, cutting the sleeves off of jackets and shortening skirts. Sometimes, she even looked happy.
Nevermoreso than the day her bedazzler arrived on her doorstep. She bedazzled the ever-loving crap out of anything that wasn't nailed down, and a few things that were. When the
final rhine-stone was in place, her living room sparkled with the glow of a thousand suns. A single 60-watt bulb refracted into a whole Pink Floyd Laser spectacle. Guests would
spark up their joints and listen to Echoes, and totally have their minds blown. The police, however, were soon to show up, confused and slightly mad, as any policeman would be.
I waited impatiently. Scared and excited.
Being scared roused my inner beast. Being excited roused my inner teenage child. They started to argue and I had to step in and slap them down before my patience slipped and
Fell down on the ice, while trying to score a goal against Gretzky. I'm laying on the ice, trying to maintain my composure, "Yeah, I meant to do that..." I finally scramble to my
skates, only to see the Zamboni heading onto the ice. Had I been down that long? I looked up to the stands to discover the fans were
-wolf costumes were being stolen by drunk Canadians. Damn! Molsen again?!?!
Molsen, you can't take what isn't yours, you hoser. We needed those costumes for the Tau Iota Tau sorority Halloween party. You hoser!

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