Just a few minutes ago I was gnawing on a large block of sugar crystals when I heard a rather massive thud coming from the basement. I immediately dropped the monstrosity of sweetness and sprinted downstairs toward the pitch of sound. As I arrived in the shadowy abyss, I spotted Gramps unresponsive remains lying across the floor amongst a few dozen pairs of granny panties and a broken drying rack. I shuddered in anguish and I sprinted upstairs to call 911 in a futile attempt to save my Gramps’ life. As I dashed toward the cellular device in the kitchenette, I became distracted with the multicolored childrens’ alphabet magnets dispersed all over the refrigerator. I felt pleased as I began spelling words far more advanced than an elementary level child’s vocabulary. But then I suddenly remembered my crucial task of saving my gramps’ life. What should I do?
2007-02-21
11:50:49
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