To set the scene, Stanley and Charlene are an elderly couple living in outport Newfoundland. Stanley dropped by a local farm and picked up a live chicken, and while passing a little stream, he caught a few tiny fish.
What you got there? asked his wife.
What does it look like? he answered.
A live chicken and a few little fish?
That’s right! No more red meat or processed food for me!
What you talking about?
The WHO said that it causes cancer!
Who said it?
no, The Who!
The WHO, that’s who!
Stanley, I think you have finally lost it.
The World Health Organization. They said that eating processed food and red meat causes cancer.
Did you leave the door open?
I think half your supper just ran out the door…..
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They deposited every last cent into his account. They sold their homes and gave that money as well. They bid farewell to their loved ones, (the ones they couldn’t convince) and they headed to the bus stop.
He fooled them you know, sold them a lie about heaven and its rewards. He fed on the desperate, the forlorn, and the ones too foolish to see through his scheme.
Once on the bus, they were on their way.
The blast was loud and lit up the night sky. There were no survivors, and no witnesses.
Without making a sound, Tommy tiptoed out of the house and headed for the driveway.
Not bothered by the pouring rain, Tommy made his way to his father’s truck. He silently opened the doors, working not to startle the family dog, who barked at every little sound. Reaching under the seat of the truck, he found his quarry, and concealed it inside his coat.
He hurried back to the house and returned to his room. Taking the magazine from this coat, he anxiously flicked through the pages and exclaimed “WTF? No naked ladies in Playboy? All that work for nothing!”
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She always loved the rides, especially the fast ones. I guess that’s why she was there that day. She travelled around the grounds, her kid in tow; taking in the little games in an effort to win him a two-dollar bear or some small trinket.
This ‘Carny’ was a sly one, with his tattoos and scars, and his smooth talk.
They say he followed her home that night. Nobody knows for sure, but police guessed that she knew her assailant.
His terror was quick, and brutal. Two innocent souls left behind as the carnival silently moved to another town.
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