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Always a highlight, these are.
There was an eyeball on the floor.
It happened to be sitting in the eye socket of a distressed young man named Bob, who was face down on the floor, nose flattened, as the black-suited men kicked his abdomen viciously.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, through adrenaline in his veins, he pushed himself up and escaped only to drop from 20 stories.
The young man stood, wobbily on his feet...for some reason, he couldn't see through one eye..then he felt someone his shoulder...and a tiny voice spoke to him: "Buddy, you really need to clean your floor!"
"Sorry," he said but couldn't see anything out of his right eye. Suddenly his loose eye fell on the floor beside him.
He fell to his knees searching for his eye. "Hey over here buddy," the right eye called to him. Then he stumbled and felt something squish under his feet.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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4 comments:
Seriously, why always with the eyes?
THAT IS A VERY GOOD QUESTION. WELL, ED?
Because it makes Grace mad.
I HATE YOU.
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