Category: story time
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glitch
Author Chuck Wendig asked: “Tell us about something unexplainable that happened to you – your own “glitch in the Matrix” –?” I was about to set the needle on an LP record track (kids, ask your grandparents) when, just before the needle touched down, the right-hand speaker very clearly said, “Cheeseburger.” I was so surprised Read.
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stupid and or dangerous
Author Chuck Wendig asked: What’s something totally stupid and/or dangerous you did as a kid? When I was in fifth grade – what is that, ten, eleven years old? – one of the kids in our town with a less than shining reputation set fire to our school. It was a solid three-story brick building Read.
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oldest nightmare
Author Chuck Wendig asked: “What is a weird or prominent dream or nightmare you can still remember vividly no matter how much time has passed – a real dream, from sleep, not an aspiration or metaphor?” When I was about five years old, I used to stay up past my bed time to watch whatever Read.
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dead batt
Our favorite restaurant in town reopened two weeks ago after a fire gutted their kitchen. Took them almost a full year to rebuild. They announced their reopening just as the governor closed everything down, so they had to scramble to set up an online ordering system that would allow them to provide curbside service, like Read.
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snowcrash
Driving into town this morning I had to hit the brakes suddenly and all the ice and snow that had piled up on the roof came sliding down the windshield to almost completely block my view, not an idea situation to be in while driving along one of the busiest roads in Madison. We’ve had Read.
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Hash
When I Was But A Wee Lad: Tales From My Dimmest Memory One of the cheap meals my mother would make to stretch the family budget as far as it would go was hash: she’d get a cheap cut of meat from the butcher, a bag of potatoes from the store, and I think maybe Read.
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gimme a break
If my home town is known for anything, it’s the rodeo that’s held there every year in July. I usually got a job at the rodeo to make a little extra money, selling programs or barbequed chicken, or pushing a wheelbarrow full of iced soft drinks I sold to people in the stands during the Read.
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pimple-popper
When I was but a pimply-faced young man and my pocked complexion developed one of those white-headed zits that seems to pop up overnight, as soon as my Mother caught sight of it, her response was almost reflexive, and a little bit frightening: she would back me into a corner, frame the edges of her Read.
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when goats attack
Story time with Uncle Knuckles: The Goat That Ate Sean’s Hand I don’t know why they puts goats in petting zoos, do you? Goats are really creepy-looking animals. They’re kind of skeletal, covered with boney bumps, they’ve got demon eyes, and they’re always jerking around as if their own personal invisible devil is jabbing them Read.
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vaxed to the max
Here’s how I know the anti-vaxxers are full of shit: I got shots every week when I was a kid. Every. Single. Week. Or at least, that’s how I remember it. This was all part of the 1960’s optimism that medical science would someday wipe all disease off the face of the earth. Our teachers Read.
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