I Only Have Lies For You

Posted on September 12, 2019 by sungmokoo

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“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Martin Luther was lying. He had no idea what she had just mumbled at him, and the more uncertain he was, the more confident his replies were. In this case, as so many times before, it mattered none.

On the other hand, Greta Haribo, his employer, the boss lady, was hotter than a hot mess. Her mental state was all kinds of wrong, which may imply her physical state was better. It wasn’t. By looking at her, one would guess she was in her late 40’s; she was 23. Bat shit crazy does things to ones appearance, especially the hair.

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Crime Rhymes With Time, So Does Rhyme Part 2

Posted on September 6, 2019 by sungmokoo

When time travel goes awry, it looks like this.

Previously on “Crime Rhymes With Time, So Does Rhyme”: Connie DuWhonnie, a devout atheist, went on a time traveling excursion. After much internal debate, ADHD got the best of her, and she inadvertently straightened out a crooked painting of a seashore, breaking the one law of time travel, don’t tamper with it. We now return to “Crime Rhymes With Time, So Does Rhyme.”

When Connie returned home. She exhaled a humongous sigh of relief. Everything was as she left it. She emptied her pockets, taking out some loose change. That’s when things got strange. The quarters felt like nickels, and nickels like pennies. It was becoming apparent that her hands were growing larger. It did not stop there.

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Crime Rhymes With Time, So Does Rhyme

Posted on September 4, 2019 by sungmokoo

Aside from Hitler being born, do you know what else happened in 1889? This.

Connie DuWhonnie was unimpressed. To further exemplify her indifference, she snorted, “Meh.”

As far as she was concerned, time travel is overrated, especially when going back in time. Sure, the scientific breakthrough aspect is nothing to sneeze at. Yes, it’s amazing that we have actualized the concept of movement between certain points in time, but beyond that, boring. All you can do is observe the things you can read about in history books. You might as well watch Hallmark made-for-cable-TV historic re-enactments of Christmas.

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Bowling For All The Wrong Reasons

Posted on September 4, 2019 by sungmokoo

Bowling is the thinking man’s chess.

He insisted we call him Bennett, after all, it was his name, but we were all like, fuck that, you’re Benny, and so, he became Benny. Inadvertently, the rest of us were called The Jets, and truth be told, it sucked ass. The implication that we were so insignificant that we became a collective bordered on pathetic. It was disheartening, as well as bad for our self worth.

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