Zoltan
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ThanksgivingIt was a Thursday night in november about 17 years ago when I was preparing dinner, Sand Crane stuffed with White Castle hamburgers , When there was a knock at the door, I was house sitting for my favorite Aunt Doris, A middle aged man wearing a stained Billy Squire T-shirt was standing in the door way asking me if I had found a pair of lederhosen that he left under a Pine tree on this very spot some 30 years before. I asked the man his name and he claimed to be the reincarnation of the Great Throckmorton P. Gildersleeve . Not knowing the answer to the gentlemans question I gave him directions to the nearest Comfort Inn Two and a half blocks north east of here. . The man walked out into the night and I lost sight of him through the green mist belowing from the Sewage treatment plant.
I hope he returns THIS Year!!!!
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Poe Man Poe
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I laid all supine in the hydrangea bushes outside room #122 of the Comfort Inn. I didn't mind the wait as it was only two and a half blocks north-east of here. I discerned the sounds of my own bowels as they screamed out for a meal. Inside, I watched the inhabitant devour a Banquet Turkey frozen dinner. It began to rain and I could barely distinguish the letters on her t-shirt through the sliding glass door-"I Sold Slit for Zoltan". I assumed she sold slit.
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moleman
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Samosonite card table. Orange. Centerpiece made from a Mrs Butterworth container. Takeout from Foo's Lucky Meat Pagoda. Reruns of Barnaby Jones on the Give a Show Projector. runs
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Poe Man Poe
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Gran's dentures could no longer hold the turkey leg which cousin Stintz jammed into her gaping trough. This was not an appropriate time to ask for any type of photography to be conducted. However, cousin Geoffrey managed a series of shots which detailed a family's plight with their collective inability to introduce wild game into their immediate milieu.
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