A Financial Misadventure_Jesus In the Now_The Pathological Liar_The Vampire and the Werewolf
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A Financial Misadventure
First, I want to establish that nothing that happened was my fault. I don’t know whose fault it was, but it wasn’t mine. I was a victim of a bizarre occurrence that I am sure has only happened once in the history of the human race. I still can’t believe it happened to me.It all started on a pleasant afternoon last May. I needed cash, so I jogwww.onedoor.ccged to the First Commerce Bank of New York on West 200th Street. I waited in line at the ATM behind a man who took forever to figure out how much money he wanted and from which account. When he finally finished and left, I inserted my card into the machine...
Jesus In the Now
“Well, hello, Jesus!” Jesus Christ of Nazareth blinked a couple of times and looked around. He was standing on an octagonal pedestal which resembled a teleport pad from a popular science fiction series. The man who had addressed Jesus was standing a few feet away, wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki slacks, with a name tag that read “Dr. Hershel Mankiewicz”. He had a big, goofy grin on his face. “I can’ believe… we brought… JESUS CHRIST… to the present day!!” This was said through the bubbling laughter of a nearby woman, also decked out in a blue polo, but with white slacks. Her name tag ident...
The Pathological Liar
The Pathological Liar:It has been said that I am a “Pathological Liar” by some…an “Accomplished Liar” by others…or even a “Skilled Liar Of Epic Proportions Not Seen Since The Dawn Of Man”!I particularly like that last one; it sounds almost Biblical, don’t you think?Were it to be true, that would have to mean that I would out-rank all of the scum which human history has produced. Ruthless dictators who massacred millions in their warped quest for power? Sorry boys…back to the end of the line, for I’m Number One! Warped psychos whose only purpose was to recruit followers into their own private c...
The Vampire and the Werewolf
Finally, Zorro Lobo managed to get his hair slicked into the right style; his reflection smiled appreciatively back. “Rock’n’roll” was said with devotion as Zorro took in his magnificence. His brand new, straight-out-of-the-box blue swede shoes screamed cool, as did his black pinstriped pants; the black short-sleeved shirt with an up-turned collar just finished everything off nicely, and after a week of practice, he’d gotten the lip curl down pat as well. An attitude of rebel cool screamed out from his full-length mirror. “Yeah, baby, all you ladies ain’t gonna be able to resist this hunka, hu...