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Bob Marley's foot ached. He wanted to go

  • Bob Marley's foot ached. He wanted to go to the hospital. But his agent said, "Listen man, you're supposed to be spiritual. If you see a doctor it might mess up your
  • groove, and you can't afford to lose the beat for even one moment. Marley had no idea what he was talking about, since he had never used his foot to
  • tap to a beat at all those band recitals he'd been forced to endure. He managed to escape the embarrassment of being like every other teenager who plays an instrument. Lacking beat
  • and other time keeping abilities made him a riot at dance parties. He would fall behind my the third measure and soon be dancing to the beat of his own drummer. His friends smiled
  • and new that later, sushi would be eaten. Oh, yes, sushi."
  • No one told me that about wasabi. I saw the green paste by the fake grass and thought "advocado!" I slathered it on the eel roll and popped into my mouth. My date raised an eyebow.
  • When Jiro saw what I had done, he leapt over the parade of slowly moving sushi boats with a glass of milk. "Drink this if you want to live." I looked at my date, shrugged, and
  • drank the milk. But milk is no antidote for tetrodotoxin. I'd watched the Simpsons episode. I had only 24 hrs to live. I made up my list of things to do on my last day. Here it is:
  • 1 have a shower, I stink. 2 call my boss and call him an asshole. 3 tell Jenny that I have loved her since high school. 4 count all the boobs in the last Game of Thrones episode. 5
  • Let out all of the finger monkeys at the Bronx Zoo. My list was complete! I knew I'll never do any of them-I just like to keep lists, and I love counting boobs. Let the day begin!
Started
2011-08-14 16:53:29
Finished
2012-09-22 12:36:55

1 Comments

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    SlimWhitman Sep 22 2012 @ 19:02

    Homer had his priorities straight. "Eat my shorts Smithers!"

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