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5. Market Street Madness by himiney himiney himeney

I hear my name being shouted on Market Street in San Francisco. I freak out thinking some homeless crackhead witch really DOES have psychic powers. It's a red-headed hottie. She knows me - but I can't place her face. JEEZUZ! I'm getting old - this is no good. It's Liz Grant - wait! Liz was blonde! I realize right then that women DO dye their hair. Liz has this ability to blend into the Market Street crowd sans the smell. She's fast at pulling out that postcard as to where she's appearing next. Family and friends must have abandoned her by now. She had just crest-fallen out of the Sports Club/LA where they were out of bodies for her to handle. After a few not seeing Liz for over two years we exchanged a few impressions of tweakers and tweaker neighbors, poonjabbed and then went on our merry ass way. Market Street - not for the faint of heart

Posted 2007-11-05 07:13:10

4. laugh instigator by jason of Spain

I work with Liz Tang at the spa. She is easily spooked so I hide in her room after a client and get under the sheets. When she returns all I have to do is make a ghost sound and Liz screams her head off and pees her pants. She has a very loud and inappropriate scream, as if her attacker will run the other way after hearing it, I think it is some primal defense she still has in her panties.

Posted 2007-05-09 03:15:20

3.Lord of all he surveys by Brian

My friend Liz wrote me an email telling me she had a web site now. I laughed my ass off.Oh wait. Am I in trouble?

Posted 2007-05-08 21:58:1

2. Oxymorons by John R

Oxymorons

Act naturally
Found missing.
Resident alien.
Genuine imitation.
Safe sex.
Airline food.
Good grief.
Same difference.
Almost exactly.
Sanitary landfill.

Posted 2007-05-08 14:53:15

1. Couldn't Stop Laughing by Sandy

After being diagnosed with Cancer, I needed a new wallet and went to the department store to buy one. I found the perfect one, but it had a tag reading "Lifetime Guarantee." I imagined turning to the clerk and asking, "Do you have anything that will last the rest of the year?" I couldn't stop laughing.