Catégorie : histoires
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The gang
It all began at the beach. I was rumbling my head on a piece of cloth and I was a child again, summer holidays at the beach, you know the feeling. My head was deep into the cloth and it was green and there was light beyond. For a moment, I had forgotten I was…
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A short night
Some kind of emergency signal is blaring. After a vain and quick struggle, barricaded under a large pillow, the fat man fails to contain the noise and awakes. The cabin is empty but for him, a mound of clothes and what could pass as a bed in a place with little room and taste. INTRUDER…
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Stranded
The fat man has an air of authority around him. He is seating lazily, hands on his shirt, waiting for the crowd to move. Next to him crouches a child with the stern eyes of a watch dog. A villager comes forth, chances a request. With an unshaven smile, the petty lord denies it. You…
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I blame commies
I think it’s a real shame that a guy can’t grab on a pair of tits whenever he sees them, but we live in an unfair world; you know, The Man always trying to keep us down. Ed Haligan, sales and marketing manager, Funny or Die