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August 12, 2005
Laurence - Greasing the windmills of your mind with the blood of the guilty
Hans hated tulips. He had a special pair of tulip-stomping boots he wore when he went on his tulip-stomping walks.
"Why do you do this?" said his neighbors. "Tulips are beautiful."
"Tulips are Satan's handiwork," growled Hans, stomping.
Hans' neighbors replanted the tulips.
And Hans kept stomping them.
The neighbors were worried for Hans, so they asked the mayor to pay Hans a visit.
They argued, Hans stomped the mayor (with his mayor-stomping boots), and the neighbors began to worry for themselves.
That night, an angry mob killed Hans.
I bet you can guess what flowers were at the funeral.
Comments
drackip - I wrote this at my daughter's request - I turned her on to this site and she asked me to write 100 words on "a broken leg" ( I'm deployed to Southwest Asia and my wife broke her leg a couple weeks ago) so I decided to satisfy both topics and write a second one for "lips"
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I checked it as closely as possible. There was no doubt about it . The leg was broken so badly it would never mend correctly. I tried to get her to stand, with a temperary brace on it, but she couldn't bear any weight at all.
She was my best one. I found her when she was about 5 and I've had her for going on 15 years.
Well, she was a good old girl and served me well. I‘m gonna have to put her out of her misery.
I pursed my lips.
They don’t make chairs like they used to.
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