I used to live in an apartment building across town. The guy in 3B was an evil looking guy with jet black hair and crazy eyes. When someone suggested that we have a building-wide cookout on Independence Day, I hoped 3B wouldn’t show up, but he did. Most folks brought one food item and a drink. 3B brought devil’s food cake, deviled ham, deviled corn, and deviled eggs. “I just love to cook,” he said. “No one ever bothered to ask.” When I asked what was in the delicious eggs, he replied “Just mustard, salt, pepper, and an innocent soul.”
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nice bit of black audio humour! Enjoyed.
Yeah, I was an idiot for skipping this during the weekly production.
I skip stories accidentally all the time.
However, this week, I left one out deliberately, because I had over 300 words and was just an attempt at SEO.
Shameless plugs for artists is one thing, but google-gamers… blech.
-ls