Previously On Quarterstories . . . A rumbling sound began to shake the building. Tiles from the ceiling began falling. Tables toppled, glass began cracking, and the games in the back began to falter their sounds slowing. A ringing from the jukebox pierced the air when I saw his grandfather run and hop over the... Continue Reading →
"Of course," I said stepping forward, "Nothing at all foreboding about a creepy little box you found in the attic of your grandfather's old house. Hey, while we're at it, wanna hold some lit firecrackers in our hands? Might be fun," I said sarcastically.
"That's it," he yelled, "I quit, I'm done -- no more." My friend had just gotten home from work, steaming at the ears, his uniform covered in dirt.
I lept from the bed and made my way over to him. "Get ahold of yourself man," I said, slapping, back-handing, and slapping again. "We just need a brainstorm session."
A friend and I were leaving a restaurant just the other night when two beautiful young women walked towards the door as we did.
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I walked over to it with a blank expression on my face. My friend grew a look of horror. I mindlessly pulled a pin at random. The contraption collapsed into a hundred pieces.
"Hey, check it out," he bellowed, pointing at a display. "It's the new Hollacrumb Letterman's jacket." He looked jovial, like a child at Christmas time.
A good friend and I were at Rocket Mountain the other day, a local theme park.