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- Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
- Path: sparky!uunet!spool.mu.edu!sgiblab!wetware!mlegare
- From: mlegare@wetware.com (Dr. Robert (BoB) Tech)
- Subject: it's my curse
- Message-ID: <1992Dec21.065711.5386@wetware.com>
- Sender: news@wetware.com (Usenet News Account)
- Organization: The Flying Killfile Ranch
- Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1992 06:57:11 GMT
- Lines: 28
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- so i'm sitting at a stoplight a few blocks from my apartment, the stoplight
- where the baskin robbins is at. i'm sitting in my car (acura, best car ever
- made. i'm only talking about the specific car i was sitting in.), and a
- large black pick-up pulls up next to me.
-
- in the passenger seat is a woman. a large woman. a large woman with large
- platinum hair, frizzed, large dramatic makeup, and lots of black.
-
- i look at her.
-
- she looks at me.
-
- i nod.
-
- the light changes.
-
- she waves. her fingernails are about four inches long.
-
-
-
- see, i always miss the really INTERESTING lives.
-
-
- --
- if one falls on you,
- we just carve your name on it
- and leave it there...
- mlegare@wetware.com
-