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A story about a bum by my friend gary So I was walking down the road and out from the corner of my eye, I notice a bum. I said "Woah, a bum" and then went on my way. But the bum had heard this and followed me down the road for about 4 seconds until I turned around and confronted him. He said he didn't appreciate the racial slur I had said about him and that he would like an apology and a ham sandwich. I said no because I hadn't said anything bad about him. He pulled out a deck of cards and started throwing them at me as I ran down the road towards my friend's house. There he would smash his face against the window and point at us. I told my friend the situation. He thought he could handle it himself and went out with a spatula. That was the last time I saw him then because when I went out to see what happened, there was a bloody spatula hanging down from the white drain thing on his house. I saw the bum in the backyard crouching over some dark figure. When I approached him, the figure turned out to be ..................a trash can. Then my friend came out from the back door with a squirt bottle and chased the bum away until he melted in the road from the intense heat of the moon. I then went home and took a shower and went to sleep. |
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1/6/2008 11:19 pm |
I know it's funny.
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1/7/2008 12:54 am |
You looking for work? Maybe can apply for job as writer scab since writers guild out on strike. Not funny at all. Maybe you need to reworking the joke, ok? You not the last comic standing, yet. Need a little more working.
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1/7/2008 10:14 am |
Hmm lets see. Who said i was looking for work? For which i already have a job. Maybe if you have ready it or the topic at least you would understand. He called it a bum and i didn't want to take his credit so i said "by my friend gary". Why are you calling me a writer when it's just a blog. But then again there are some inside jokes in his story as well so that could be another reason why 'he' needs to rework his jokes.
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