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The Smell of All Fear

By One Armed Ninja at 2008-07-02 | Ridiculous!, Mystery | Printable version

     His rotten teeth makes his sick mouth look like a zipper. Each time it unzips the horrors of my childhood come rushing back. I've been watching this nasty bag of filth for about an hour now... still holding the first beer of the night. The site of his discolored  mouth rocks smashing bar peanuts into pulp is enough to make Arnold give birth... again.     Well, I can't let that happen, because it is I who am pregant... with rage, and I'm going into labor. One swing at the bar and my warm flat beer has become a sharp dripping mess of a weapon as I stand up on the bar. "Get down you idiot!" says the bartender, but my eyes are locked on target as I stomp a few drinks into the bar. I can feel about 15 glares and 3 bottles hit my face.      As I kneel down infront of the this sloppy mess of a human I can smell the stench of spoiled ham and soiled jeans. He's breathing like a dog and eye-humping just about everyone in the room. As he looks up at me he coughs right in my face. Peanut chunks and bits of teeth blast my life as they enter my eyes and mouth. I'm blind, I'm choking, I'm receiving herpies... Welcome to Texas.