RED MEAT fondling foundlings from the secret files of max cannon
When I came into the room and saw him dead, I couldn't believe it. I thought he was just clowning around as usual, but no.....he was dead.
The next day, when I came home, I was surprised to find him still lying there with that same desperate expression etched across his face. After a week or so, I couldn't take it anymore and broke down. The alcoholism quickly followed.
There's nothing as depressing as a dead imaginary friend.
2002-04-23 19:38:32By Mingelover

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10I have nothing to say...except, maybe, "wow." - moby
9awesome. Great leadup, good punch. -todcra
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8This is some good stuff. Nice work, Minge. Afg.
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7Said the invisible man... --VX
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7I like this...
7Death to Smoochy? Preloggy
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7I like the payoff
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6#3 is fine as a logical end but somehow feels flat (CB)
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5Nah, takes a bit too long to get where it's going. -PB
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5Reminds me of the old "I killed my pet rock" joke. Vaca
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4I'm actually tempted to say "look maw, an imaginary friend!"
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