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- October 18, 2002
- When I went to get my paycheck from work, I noticed a slip of paper in the envelope. Opening it, I saw a big letter "F" in the upper right hand corner. I realized that this "F" meant "fired."
On the bottom of the paper, it listed "inadequacy" as the reason. I was devastated in the dream, but when I woke up, I realized that this would actually be a blessing in disguise.
Blamshit!
- October 13, 2002
- This is pretty fucked up, so I'll leave out more of the graphic stuff. Zach and I were out playing with a bomb we had made. Unfortunately, Zach got a little too close, and it blew all of his clothes off.
I'm not sure if I had my truck, or if an ambulance carted his harry ass home, but whatever it was, they dumped him on the front porch of his house.
Papa Zach came outside to smoke a cigarette. He saw Zach laying unconscious on the porch, with gauze and bandages wrapped around his naughty bits. "Damn," he said.
I realized that Papa Zach wasn't gonna help me, so I hefted him up onto my shoulders. "Where do you want him?" I asked.
"Oh, just take him upstairs to his room," the Papa Zach replied.
I took a look at the cluttered staircase.
"Fuck you," I said, and dumped him unceremoniously on the couch.
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grokkings
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I once raced Nathan's Dodge with my Ford. The Dodge blew its head gasket and broke down in a cloud of smoke.
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