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Monday, April 11, 2005

My monster ate your grandma.

Way way back in 1969, a monster lived in the depths of St. Louis. At the time, your grandmother was just a sprightly lady (or man) in her mid 40's or 50's, raising some kids and keeping the house clean....

until TERROR struck!!!

The monster ripped through her internal organs one by one until your beloved grandmother was no more.

And they all lived happily ever after....
The End.

3 Comments:

At 10:04 PM, Blogger RemedialBallerina said...

HAHAHAHAHAHA I AM THE KING!!!!!

 
At 12:07 AM, Blogger gefishy said...

All i gotta say is, wow. I need to change my password!!

Dennis

 
At 11:11 PM, Blogger jOE said...

You must have the wrong number--my grandmother still has all of her internal organs, and nobody in my family ever lived in St. Louis...

 

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