Hookers or Cake

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I'm too wacky to be hip.

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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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          • October 26, 2011 12:44 am
            I’ve had a couple of offers over the last year to write “humorous stories” for blogs. The problem is that places always want me to eliminate politics, sex, religion and cursing. I wonder if they’ve ever read my blog or if this is some strange ongoing hoax. But, I’m always excited to be offered money for my stories, so I give it a whirl. One story I wrote involved a self cleaning oven that becomes filled with doubt and stops cleaning itself.  A repairman is sent out and the oven falls desperately in love with him and then there’s like 3 pages of the most explicit self cleaning oven fucking that I’ve ever written, followed by a graphic murder/suicide lovers quarrel. Strangely the only edit changes they suggested were that I change the self cleaning oven into an Apple product and if I could, change the phrase grudge fuck to hate fuck. I guess hate fuck trends a little better with their demographic.

            I’ve had a couple of offers over the last year to write “humorous stories” for blogs. The problem is that places always want me to eliminate politics, sex, religion and cursing. I wonder if they’ve ever read my blog or if this is some strange ongoing hoax. But, I’m always excited to be offered money for my stories, so I give it a whirl.

            One story I wrote involved a self cleaning oven that becomes filled with doubt and stops cleaning itself.  A repairman is sent out and the oven falls desperately in love with him and then there’s like 3 pages of the most explicit self cleaning oven fucking that I’ve ever written, followed by a graphic murder/suicide lovers quarrel. Strangely the only edit changes they suggested were that I change the self cleaning oven into an Apple product and if I could, change the phrase grudge fuck to hate fuck. I guess hate fuck trends a little better with their demographic.