He was dangling head first at the rim of what seemed to be a bottomless well, held by the ankles by two thugs.
“This is what we do to guys who don’t pay on time,” the mobster said, motioning to the thugs, who let go of the man’s ankles. “I trust you will pay your debt promptly.”
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“Don’t worry, little one,” the old ewe said. “You will feel a lot more comfortable once they cut off all of that thick wool. It’s getting too warm to keep that heavy coat on.”
“Will it hurt?” the little lamb asked.
“Not if you don’t look in the mirror for a few months,” she said.
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“What happened to the picture of you and Dad in that silver frame on the side table?” Ann asked her mother.
“Sweetie, I found out that your dad’s been cheating on me, so I threw out the photo and when that bastard comes home from work I’m gonna smash his head in with the frame.”
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Jan had been talking to a guy at a local bar. He must have slipped something into her drink because she couldn’t remember how she got here.
As she looked around at the throng of people milling about in the alleyway, she realized that she didn’t know a soul. She felt totally alone.
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“I knew we never should’ve moved from Idaho to Oregon,” Clyde said.
“We talked about this before I accepted the job,” Sue said. “You said you were okay moving here and being a househusband.”
“It’s not that.”
“What is it, then?”
“It’s all these damn liberal tree huggers around here.”
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