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Would you give up a leg for two more arms and a wheel for a foot?
What bar would you spit if you had to rhyme with the line "I've got a cat and it is orange?"
SQ MINI BLOG 004
Basically, I found a blog in the woods under a log covered in iridescent mushrooms. I ate the whole log and suddenly a dot matrix printout emerged from my mouth containing a story from my memory sack (look it up). This is the fourth one:
In college I worked at a Blockbuster Video movie rental place. Wow, what a difference! That was their slogan.
I was the closing manager working on a Friday night with my good friend and disgusting Customer Service Representative Justin. It had been pretty steady, but business was dying down. Thank GOD, too, because we'd almost rented all 78 copies of My Best Friend's Wedding! Jkjk we had not.
The door dinged "dong" as it does and a slender bleach blonde future elf walks in wearing a metallic looking puffy coat and asks if she needs an ID to get a membership card. I watched from the manager's area as Justin told her that she did need an ID, and as he did, a bright white stream of smoke slyly escaped her silver sleeve. Justin turned his head slightly to meet my eyes. She said, "okay, I'll come back" and slipped into the night. We were too stunned to reply.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked.
"Did you see that?"
"That smoke? Uh, yeah. What was it?"
Justin shook his head. "No idea."
"What did it smell like?"
"Absolutely nothing."
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By Nate Chappell5
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Would you give up a leg for two more arms and a wheel for a foot?
What bar would you spit if you had to rhyme with the line "I've got a cat and it is orange?"
SQ MINI BLOG 004
Basically, I found a blog in the woods under a log covered in iridescent mushrooms. I ate the whole log and suddenly a dot matrix printout emerged from my mouth containing a story from my memory sack (look it up). This is the fourth one:
In college I worked at a Blockbuster Video movie rental place. Wow, what a difference! That was their slogan.
I was the closing manager working on a Friday night with my good friend and disgusting Customer Service Representative Justin. It had been pretty steady, but business was dying down. Thank GOD, too, because we'd almost rented all 78 copies of My Best Friend's Wedding! Jkjk we had not.
The door dinged "dong" as it does and a slender bleach blonde future elf walks in wearing a metallic looking puffy coat and asks if she needs an ID to get a membership card. I watched from the manager's area as Justin told her that she did need an ID, and as he did, a bright white stream of smoke slyly escaped her silver sleeve. Justin turned his head slightly to meet my eyes. She said, "okay, I'll come back" and slipped into the night. We were too stunned to reply.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked.
"Did you see that?"
"That smoke? Uh, yeah. What was it?"
Justin shook his head. "No idea."
"What did it smell like?"
"Absolutely nothing."
END TRANSMISSION