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Experiment: Let's write a (TB) story!
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Bernie the body crab!!"
Disgusted with his pet, Earl looked around for a direction to go in. It looked like finding a place to sleep wouldn't be too much of a bother but it occurred to him that he had no idea what currency Morocco had. Thinking he'd better figure that out sooner than later he asked a passing stranger
Disgusted with his pet, Earl looked around for a direction to go in. It looked like finding a place to sleep wouldn't be too much of a bother but it occurred to him that he had no idea what currency Morocco had. Thinking he'd better figure that out sooner than later he asked a passing stranger
to please direct him to the trainride home from work. Now I'm going to have to pick up one of those slimy hotdogs from the greasy hotdog vendor out in front of the station, otherwise I face a 3 hour trainride home on an empty stomach sitting next to a smelly hobo! Crotch cricket, Im so mad at you!." He handed his $3.95 to the hotdog vendor, and asked for extra onions. The hotdog vendor gave him a wink, slipped him a note, and gave Earl his change. Earl looked at the note, addressed to Mr. Extra Onions, opened it, and began to read.
"Dear Mr. Extra Onons, please forgve me my bad typewrtng. My typewrter sn't what t was back n the 60's. Then everythng was better, even the weather. Me must urge you to stay. Please don't board the next tran, you won't survve! Detals me'll explan later when we meet at...
the Falafl girl, loc8d on eest uper Mane, 4m. Sined, Mr GodBar"
Earl decided at once that he would not board the train. He looked at his watch and saw that it was five minutes to 4pm. He asked a passerby in which direction he would find East Upper Main, and the stranger gave him a peculiar look.
Earl decided at once that he would not board the train. He looked at his watch and saw that it was five minutes to 4pm. He asked a passerby in which direction he would find East Upper Main, and the stranger gave him a peculiar look.
he was wearing a long dirty trenchcoat, and a matching fedora. He whispered into Earl's ear, "I am not as strange as I appear. You'll find the location you are looking for down that street. Far as I can tell, you may be late".
Earl looked at the stranger oddly, shrugged his shoulders, and began walking down the street.
Earl looked at the stranger oddly, shrugged his shoulders, and began walking down the street.
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His mind kept wandering back to the hot dog vendor, and he felt compelled to one day go back and install a spell-check software on the hot dog vendors typewriter. Gradually, the sounds coming out of the establishment at the end of the street became clearer. He realized...
that the hot dog vendor was the famed Ignatius C. Reilly, and the piece of paper had come from a Big Chief tablet.
He sniffed the air gently, detecting notes of beets and musk. Why was Tom Robbins standing across the street?
He sniffed the air gently, detecting notes of beets and musk. Why was Tom Robbins standing across the street?
Earl thought to himself "Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business." So either that is a magical Tom Robbins or a wafer thin mint vendor looking for the exact patron for his goods.
Earl purchased a wafer thin mint and headed down the street tot he Falafel Grill. When he arrived the time was 4:12 and 37 seconds in the afternoon. He was not surprised to see the trenchcoated man dining at a table with Tom Robbins. Mr. Robbins excused himself as Earl approached the table and
But all was not lost. Thankfully he'd had four Death By Fire burritos for lunch and still had many more farts where that came from. And just as he was relishing in the afterglow of some fine butt thunder, in walked a tall brunette...
with brown eyes. As we know, from many posts ago, Earl was colorblind, so he thaught they were green. He looked up, right into her green/brown eyes and imagined restringing her. Especially the G-string. She walked along, not noticing...
Earl, who filled his shoes with drool. It took a while before I realised that I had to find a place for the night as well. The right side of my brains were working on a plan to ask the tall brunette. She might say: "I got a spare bed for you." That would be the day, or even better, the night. The left half was working on a more rational solution, like a hotel. The sum of my thinking, devided by two, came up with...
staying up all night and eating hotdogs. Earl heard a voice say "Say, wouldn't this be a great time for a slice of rhubarb pie?". The question was followed by an advertising jingle for some Bebop-Rebop Rhubarb Pie. Earl was confused. Was he listening to NPR or
