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Mon 19 May, 2003 10:14 am
The other night, I was walking to a meeting center of alcohol, music, and people, a bar,
and had to stop at an ATM machine. There was a line of a few people. Anyhoo, the woman
ahead of me was the slowest ever getting her money. She typed in her password, then turned
to talk with her friends, then turned back after she felt it was time to get back to
getting money, then very slowly made her next selection, then....
I approached from behind, repeatedly smashed her skull off of the wall, then heard "beep
beep beep beep."
I dropped her body, looked down at $80 protruding from the machine, then looked down on her bloody corpse
laying on the sidewalk, looked at the money...
First round of shots at the bar were on me.
Should I have just stuffed the $80 in her pocket and got my own money?
Anyway, I can't stand people that are that slow at the ATM machine.
Well, what use would she have for money?
from what little time i have spent in Boston the $80 would not have covered the first round anyway.
what did her chatty friends do?
Hey, don't pick apart my story, missy.
How was your jam?
Uh oh, somebody call Homeland Security, Slappy's on the loose.
My jam? My house party? It was nice. Not too many people, not too late a night, not too terribly hung over.
I'd call Homeland Security for you, Diane, but I'm a Democrat.
Do we have any Republicans on here that could make the call?
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