Subject: Lips in Slack Service

Date: 28 Jan 1997 00:00:00 GMT

From: 1Ol01O@radix.net (MegaLiz)

Organization: MotPU: Where Binary Moodswings are ALWAYS on the Menu

Newsgroups: alt.foot.fat-free, alt.slack

 

 

 

 

 

[Another one of those non-sensical updates follows here.]

 

It was a black and blue day: that is black Slack followed by blue

Slack followed by BRIGHT ORANGE SLACK.

 

I'll skip the first two, OKAY? Events developed so that I found myself

testing my night vision in the rain, driving my car more than I'd like

under these conditions, which is more than zero miles, see? I had a

revelation, and decided to fill the gas tank for the Rev, who would be

driving the car lots MORE tomorrow.

 

The specifics of my gas station experience, how I arrived, who I

didn't see and so on are not essential to this narrative. The

"important" part is that I obtained a small slip of paper at the end

of my gas station experience.

 

Distracted by the sheer weight of my purported life phase, I some time

later found myself driving intently with the slip of paper still stuck

between my lips. I thought, "Cool! I'm just like a St. Bernard on a

RILLY IMPORTANT RESCUE!" This STUPID idea caused an entire series of

painfully intense guffaws, WHICH did not dislodge the receipt, but

rather caused it to whistle like a blade of grass. In this way, I

entertained myself for the rest of my journey.

 

Once home, I left the receipt attached to my lower lip for about

twenty minutes, just because. Nobody mentioned it.

 

It kinda hurt when I peeled it off.

 

- The End -

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