Omar Mung

It was all there, waiting for me.

A George Burns-type God! More wrathful, though.

Your fibers and bones, yeah sure, I guess they could all be Tyrell Corp. stock parts you’ve got there. Oh, dude, Dig this dream I had about this unicorn, man. Did I already tell y… but… wait… how could you know about the unicorn? Oh… OH, SNAP!

A new bike ride friend said, ‘Hey come to the party,’ okay. But she had to go by her house first. ‘Restroom stop,’ she said. But now it’s just you and me, Cat. Murky water. Perhaps you have been lonely and she thought I looked like my petting was strong. It is, Cat, but you may never know, hunkered down in your cat-chow.

I wish they all could be California COUCH!!

What are you so happy about, roo? An Amazon shipment, no doubt.

I will hatch a God-damned masterpiece out of it, that egg. Or an aneurysm. Or something along those lines.

This guy from my hometown, trying to pass a school bus on a highway, crashed his truck right into a tree. He escaped the wreck, just before the ruptured fuel tank caught fire and scorched everything, but he fled into the roadway where traffic killed him.

Anyway, he once quit his after school job at the pharmacy by writing “Quit.” in pencil on his hourly timecard, like so:

IN
OUT
IN
OUT
IN
Quit.

So great.

My sister taped a note on a Mylar™ balloon. A hunter found her message, crash-landed low in a pine tree on some Vermont mountainside.

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