It happened like this. I was minding my own business around midnight, in the kitchenette, choking on my own saliva. Just then, I heard a severe moan coming from inside the pantry. My heart froze in terror. I smiled to myself at the slight mishap, and sprinted over toward the imperfect pitch of sound. I carried a 10 lb bag of liver to use as a weapon, just in case. I opened the pantry door to witness the shenanigan of my 103 year old neighbor, Ethel, in between the shelves rubbing canned corn with botulism all over her scaly appendages. She was just beginning to lose brain cells when I struck her comb-over with the 10 lb bag of liver. I could still smell the fresh paint. I was afraid she would lose what was left of her sanity, so I told the filthy animal to keep the change and I dragged her cartilaginous body with my bare hands out of the pantry and hauled her off my property. I am now up in my abode on my computer, and I am looking out the window, and I see the emaciated bag of flesh climbing up my gutter trying to get into my room. She won’t quit. What should I do???? Ohh help.
2007-01-08
13:16:29
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Reginalda
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