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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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I love you all like the dreams of the dead children I’ve never had, but those ideas for stories are all terrible! =) And yes I use emoticons. I argue a lot about chainsaw sculpture with russians on internet forums and I want them to understand if I’m kidding or not. So its kinda a habit, sorry comrades. =S
Anywho just terrible ideas, you are all such bad at being human that I weep tears out of eyes and chew regret like old cabbage. =)
thedailydoodles said: Well you smell like someone came up your nose and mixed with the boogers and you swallowed it and pee’d it out and froze it in ice cubes and used it to chill grapefruit juice, which is also gross!!!
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