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A Christmas Story Before Thanksgiving?
Show me your family photo album and I'll show you a picture of my father 10 beers deep into arguing how Die Hard is the best Christmas movie of all time. There he is pictured next to my Uncle, who dressed up as a tall elf. A Santa suit on a fat man, with a white beard, is just a suit. That's exactly what my father was, a Santa without a suit. So after my 7th birthday, my mother got him an actual Santa suit. She will forever regret that decision. After finally having his suit to complete the look, my father gave the gift of dad jokes to children who don't understand the innuendos behind them. ...
mrut
“Are you coming tonight?” asked blast in a quivering voice. “good, everyone is meeting up at my house, even you’re welcome”. earlier this month, all the four friends, gathered and drunk decided to do a late-night adventure. the topic was the wonderment of ghosts. the way they are dead as well as alive. like humans-like ghosts, nowadays. people do get poetic after being drunk. this wasn’t the only time they were doomed to visit a graveyard, it was six years ago. when they first decided but their fears took them deep and they left the graveyard the minute they entered. every one of the four was ...
Pinata Club
Piñata ClubSabastian and I ascended the driveway as the dachshund snarled, bounced, and pulled too hard at its collar, wheezing. Had its chain been longer, or staked into the grass closer, the dog could’ve reached the cement.“I dare ya to go pet it,” Sabastian said. He shoved my shoulder. I stumbled onto the grass. The mutt nipped at my ankle mid-retreat. I glared at Sebastian, exhaled through my nostrils. He didn’t care.“I’m just trying to toughen ya up, buddy. This summer, we’re gonna get ya nice and strong. That way, senior year, you’ll have nothing to fear.”I reached up toward my eye, but...
Supernatural Sweatshop
The party was mostly about hwww.onedoor.ccis friends 25th birthday, but he was also celebrating a small triumph of his own. After several months job hunting to no response, “I just got a job interview on the 22nd!”“Hey! Congrats, man.”“Hey! Celebration. Wooo! I'll drink to that!” His friend, who had just turned 25, screamed. They all clinked glasses.“So, the weirdest thing happened to me on the way here. So, Paul, texted me the address was 361 Eldridge Street, not 391 Eldridge Street. I’m up the steps, but I don’t hear any noise. And when I walk in, it’s a completely empty sweatshop. I’m there for a few min...