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The man stood at the top of the stairs. Looking

  • The man stood at the top of the stairs. Looking at me. I dragged my eyes away from the body lying drunkenly across the lower step. My life was

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  • getting better. As our eyes met, we felt a deep understanding. This man had something to offer me.

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  • So I kissed him passionately. He pulled back immediately. "Whoa there! I said it was kismet, not to kiss me you bloody idiot!" I felt like such a fool. But I couldn't stop myself.

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  • at least now i knew he was gay and that i may stand a chance if i could just

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  • get behind him and

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  • jab your fork all up in there! In fact, this is what Uncle Greg did at the last party, and you wouldn't BELIEVE

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  • all the skating sponsorships he got for that stunt! Truly an inspiration. But I digressed, if you can't fit at least eighteen cheese balls in your mouth, I'm murdering you.

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  • What the man hadn't realized at the time was how impossible it was- cheeseballs, after all, have a tendency to melt in one's mouth when mixed with saliva. Death would have to do.

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  • So he pulled out his katana and prepared to preform the ancient ritual of seppuku. As he cut deep into his gut, he remembered his childhood days.Running through the welsh fields ..

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  • eating apple pie with the other prostitutes, laying down a beat on the turntables in front of a crowd. It's true, the simple things really were the most important in the end.

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2 Comments

  1. DirkMcFrbrd Apr 21 2011 @ 16:16

    Tearjerking.

  2. Bad. Apr 21 2011 @ 19:15

    Uncle Greg was surely a wily one.

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