MURDER...Most foul.
Not really that foul. Come to think of it, there was no murder either. Just a scorched bag of popcorn. Still, it wasn't pleasant.
posted by Moonery at
11:33 AM
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3 Comments:
Gawsh - you had me so excited by the title - Now I just feel empty
By
jez, At
2:10 PM
Welcome to my world. My empty, scorched pop-corn or a world.
HAR!!!
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Moonery, At
11:20 AM
That smell makes me want to throw up. But not as much as the smell that was eminating from the pile of something in the church courtyard today. Flies everywhere! I didn't stare long enough to figure out what birthed the stench.
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Anonymous, At
3:03 PM
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