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aisle six
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by morpheous
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an lom release
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This file was inspired by my experiences at a local supermarket today.
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The names and events have been slightly altered to protect the innocent.
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ABCO - There it was in big, red letters above the store. I fought past
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the polyester_clad hordes and made my way into the market. Upon entering, the
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smell of rotting fruit and decaying meat met my nostrils - my kind of store. I
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pulled out my shopping list from my jeans and proceeded to acquire myself a
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nifty cart. Of course, the one I got had a wheel that wouldn't spin. I went to
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an aisle to get the first item on my shopping list - stuffing. While perusing
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the multitude of Stove Top Stuffing (c) flavors, a tiny waif of a child strolled
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up next to me. I edged away from this odiferous, dribbling mass of flesh and
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continued with my stuffing selection. While reaching for "FINE TURKEY FLAVOR" I
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heard a whisper:
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"Psssst! Bobby! Get away from there!"
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I look at little Bobby, then I turn around. There was Bobby's yuppie_mother.
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She stood their clad in her reeboks and guess jeans (40 and trying to look 14)
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with a mixed look of disgust and fear upon her face. Again, the whisper:
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"NOW BOBBY! NOW! MOVE YOUR ASS!"
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"But mom!"
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She held her breath, then quickly walked over and grabbed Bobby by his
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arm and dragged him away. Noticing her unusual intake of oxygen, I sniffed.
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Sure enough, the strong, sweet, smoky odor of bud_ez were floating up from my
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jacket. Oh my. She probably thought I was going to deal drugs to her child.
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I grabbed a can of green beans and exclaimed:
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"Hey, wait! You forgot something!"
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I threw the can with all my might. The can sailed lazily through the
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air, spinning slowly towards its final destination - the back of Bobby's little
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head. With a pleasant cracking sound, the can went halfway into his head before
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stopping. Bobby's entire body was thrown forward from the impact of the can.
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His mother screamed out loud as she looked at him lying on the floor in his
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blood and brains.
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"Dude. Boge! Sorry lady. I get these spasms some times. You know,
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FROM DRUGS!!! AAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!"
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"YOU BASTARD!!!! MY SOOOOOOOON! MY SOOOOOOON!"
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a message from the pa system interrupted her screaming:
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"Herb, clean-up in aisle 6."
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Wondering what an Herb looked like, I decided to stick around. Sure
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enough, there was Herb - along with his 4" thick glasses, pocket protector, and
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flare_bottoms.
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"Hi Herb! Will you be my friend?" I asked him as I mashed the side of
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his head in with a box of stove top. I took his lack of reply as a "no" answer.
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Slightly angred, I reached into his pants and ripped his penis off - which I
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lobbed at Bobby's still screaming mother. It landed with a nice <splat> at her
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feet, spraying her with blood and matter. She looked at the severed member on
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the floor and a bizarre look came upon her face. She licked her lips, then
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started to remove her sweatshirt. Yep, she was definitely undressing. Off came
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the sweatshirt, then her shoes, and jeans. By now, our little aisle had
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attracted some attention. All eyes had left me and focused on the now-nude
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mother of Bobby.
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I noticed the moisture beginning to form on the red lips of her shaved
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vagina as she sat down on the floor. She stretched and spread her legs - then
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took the limp, bleeding dick in a hand. With her other hand, she spread her
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cunt apart, then slid in the dead dildo. The eyes of the people watching her
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opened in surprise and shock as she began to moan in pleasure as she slid it in
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and out of herself.
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Suddenly, several male on-lookers took their pants off and lunged for
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the wench upon the ground. Bored, I paid for my box of stuffing (half-price
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because of the blood and dents in it) and left. As the automatic door slid open
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and I walked out, I could hear Bobby's mother exclaim:
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"Oh yes! Use the watermelon! Use the watermelon!"
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\\\ (c) January 10th, 1989 6:06 pm All rights stuffed
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\\\ reIGn In bloOd UndER a laCERaTed sKY; Now I SHalL ReigN in BLOOd
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