Welcome, and greetings, to those of you who have way too much time on your hands.�� This page is dedicated to the most inane, banal, and sometimes completely insipid tales you are ever destined to stick your beady, little, red-rimmed eyes against.��In these stories, I have tried to keep out all that nasty edjumakashun stuff.�� No...no learning for you! - just sit there and let these acidic collections of prose eat into the wrinkly, goo-filled creases of your brain like a Jolt� cola mouth-rinse.��If you feel your I.Q. plummeting like a sack of marbles pitched off the Petronas towers of Kuala Lumpur, then it's working.��Soon, you'll be dumber than a bagful of hammers (or some metaphor-spewing mind-terrorist) but until then, read on!
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