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THE POLKA AE/cDc 806/794-4362 pwrd:KILL
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Slagathor #158 >>>
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Kneeslapper
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by Slagathor, 7/23/1991
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It's this guy named Fred back in California. He just went around all days
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slapping everyone's knees. That is, of course he'd finished slapping his
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until they started to bleed. He enjoyed it so much, that he decided he'd
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spread the joyous feeling of slapped knees to the entire county.
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Then, one day, the Coalition Opposing Continuous Knee Slapping rode into town.
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They were brought in by the city counsil to end the madness. They searched
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the town for the man who slapped knees. They followed the trail of bodies to
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the Airport Cafe. Sure enough, Fred was inside slapping knees while those
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around him watched helplessly. Hardly a knee in the place was unslapped.
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So the Coalition filled him full of lead. Gurgling through his own blood,
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Fred said "My what lovely knees you have" and then died.
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THE MORAL OF THIS STORY: Never write a story at 3:00 in the morning.
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Laters.
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