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Salt Lake City, the city that knows no sleep.

  • Salt Lake City, the city that knows no sleep. Where coffee and aspirin are the drug of choice and where you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a Mormon. This was my beat.
  • Tonight the fog was so thick you could dice and sautee it. A woman that didn't look like no Mormon Utahan I'd ever seen slipped through my door. Her face was veiled as her hips
  • were not. Yes the naked veiled woman looked really out of place in Provo, so I tried not to stare. This was always a mistake, since that only made me more drawn to her. That's when
  • I thought 'Aw fudge it' and went up to her and said "Hi, my name's Al. You have a very nice smile. Can I buy you a drink?" Then I realized that the ONLY thing covered was her smile
  • less face. It was stern and dowdy and covered in a blue hood. She was naked everywhere else. She had a red cobra tattooed right above her pubic hair. My first thought was
  • red herring, but this snake smelled different. I hissed at Lil' Bo Peep, "No hoodies in fairytales!" It was a gang sign. No bad influences were tolerated on our impressionable yout
  • h. For them it was bad enough living in a fairy tale and hating it. But they had to post propaganda everywhere. Like that one with the panda that I don't even want to talk about...
  • it was a very savvy business move, inasmuch as panda propaganda posters could be printed on the cheap. But this did not release them from the fairy-tale life that they despised
  • . Alas, they were still perfect in the eyes of the world who could only see things in black-and-white. They finally put their escape plan into action, running off to Finland, where
  • the fish (and marine mammals) had already taken over. "We're not bigoted against asylum seekers," the prime finister said, "But you have to wear these fins while you're here."

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