Saturday, February 25, 2006

Bedtime Story

All the doctors at St. Helena’s Hospital agreed there was little hope for Fred as every organ in his body was shutting down after a lifetime of alcohol abuse and poor eating habits the inside of his intestinal tract looked like a dirty, dank, and decaying subway system in some crumbling city where blackened polyps hung in every corner lurking like tiny ticking terrorist time bombs waiting to explode into a burst of cancerous activity; however to Tommy the Tapeworm this was home.

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