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All of the creativity just drained out of

  • All of the creativity just drained out of my head. Like it had been sucked out with a Kirby vacuum cleaner by a salesman who wasn't going to leave the house until he'd sold that

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  • over-priced suck monster. I tried to put down something witty, or interesting, or compelling, but it was gone. My muse had left with a quarter million and my daughter. Creativity

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  • was not my strong suit. What I was good at was the "non-committal response." In many stressful situations where I was called on to say or do something, I had merely said, "Hmmm."

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  • So when Regis told me I was out of lifelines, I decided to make a stab. "Thirty one!" I cried. Unfortunately the answer was Chaucer. So I kicked him in the groin and stole the mic.

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  • I then sprinted with all of my might to the back door, but to my demise there were security guards standing there ready to fight. To get myself in the zone I pretended that I was

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  • a friend. After all, my mom always said. "Back door friends are best." I'm not sure she was aware of the dual meaning of that saying; I was hoping they wouldn't either. So I

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  • made sure to keep myself facing them at all times, revolver still under the table, close to my right hand. I blushed, however,

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  • when my left hand grazed her bare leg. Man that skirt was short. It's a good thing there was a tablecloth because you don't want certain things to be seen. I quickly

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  • withdrew my hand and unzipped. The breeze helped me cool things off a bit. Man I waa glad the tablecoth was long enough so that noone could see when I plucked

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  • a pubic hair I threw on the host's plate.Then I could honestly think that having his wife give me a hand job under the table wasn't the worst I did to him,and ease the guilt.

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