Morning Mark stepped into the work trailer at 7:45am. He liked walking the 3 ½ miles to work, it gave him time to think of other things and it also gave him great exercise. This morning, however, he wished he still had a car. When he left the house at 5:30, it was already 85 outside and the sun was just peeking over the horizon. Mark had taken his t-shirt off so as not to soak it and
“Two pair, Kings and Queens beat that.” Joe said smugly. “Full House, duces full of treys.”, I replied. “Shit.” That was the best hand Joe had all night. He was losing badly and he was even throwing away good stuff. Joe and I had been playing cards every Thursday night since we met at college. Joe was an engineering student in the Army Reserve. I had been discharged last year from
Tommy laid spread-eagle strapped tightly to the “work table” in the playroom. He was whistling to himself and actually trembling in anticipation. I, on the other hand, was holding one of those small fire safes with the combination lock on it. “If you can make me tell you the combination, everything inside is yours.” “What’s in the box?” “Everything.” “Everything?” “Yes.” Let
I shot my wad into the air, If fell to earth I cared not where. Then my master came round, And showed me where my wad was found. Now I do not dare, (ouch) To shoot more wads into the
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