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To begin with there didn't seem to be anything

  • To begin with there didn't seem to be anything happening. It was quiet. It was dark. It was still. When it did happen, it wasn't sudden, but a slow building of noise and movement

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  • from deep, deep within my guts. I shifted uncomfortably. I was right to be apprehensive because the next thing that happened

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  • projectile diarrhea and drooling vomit, what ever I had ingested, my body wanted rid of it NOW! The last time I had felt like this was after two "Binto Taco's" from a push cart in

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  • an old folks home. The taco vendor had dementia and was pushing around an old woman who he referred to as "Hot Tacos." What he was selling looked spicy so I

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  • bought 2 hours of alone time with "Hot Tacos" which was worth the cigarettes since the old broad told plenty of lewd stories of her time at the texmex cartel.

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  • Her best story detailed her exploits with the heavyset second-in-command of the group. While he was occupied with her snatch, she was snatching the bills from his wallet.

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  • (Not simultaneously, of course.) She found, however, that despite her best efforts, she couldn't find it in herself to leave him while she was ahead. At least until

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  • she'd beaten all the video games on his supercomputer's emulators. No, she had to milk that she was right, that she was superior, because she had countered his claims she was a

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  • weight-obsessed freak. She looked into Simon's computer-weary eyes, "You can't win. I will destroy you. If you think you're better than me, I've got news for you:

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  • -" He was cut off buy the disco cannonball of justice smashing her monitor. Through the smoke and glass a shadowy figure stepped forward. "Sorry, manatee's don't get the news."

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1 Comments

  1. Bad. May 06 2012 @ 09:28

    Nobody messes with the texmex cartel. Nobody.

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