Chasing jollies_The Work-it Girl_The Thing that Happened to Norman_Give Generously
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Chasing jollies
I’ll tell you why I don’t believe in marriage anymore. The craziest son of a bitch I’ve ever seen was at a wedding. He was the photographer. A one-time high-school wrestler-looking dude with squat legs and a military haircut. He moved scrappy, like a bank robber mixed with a guy taking 妹子A classes. He was a tornado of a human. He made the bride’s mom faint, broke the groom’s dad’s nose, gave teenagers ecstasy, and ran from the police. I’ve never seen anything like it before or since. We called him Riggs. The wedding was outside on private property overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It started at f...
The Work-it Girl
One star? ONE STAR?! Who does Ted even think he is? How dare he give me a one-star rating? What have I been thinking? A competent Salesman on a good day, and an uninspiring manager on a normal day, a gleam of unopposed charmer runs through him. He knows what he wants, and how to get it. Just like I do.Ever since the first day he arrived - strutting around the office in his hip-hugging jeans and blue shirt that perfectly matched his eyes (how does every shade of blue somehow perfectly match his eyes?), I knew I was in trouble. From that day onwards my mission was to cross paths with him as ofte...
The Thing that Happened to Norman
Warning: this piece contains sexual innuendos and gore, violence, and questionable choices.“I remember him! He was taller than an oak tree and fiercer than a lion!”“Honestly, Bobby, why are you talking like that? We’re in Atlanta in, 2022、”“Because, my dear, Susie, Norman is a legend. His story must be told with a certain flair.”“Just stick to the facts, Bobby. People want to hear the truth—plain and simple.”“No, they don’t. Nobody wants to read about some boring, ordinary guy who made appropriate choices and lived his life just like everyone else. Snore!”“Hm. I guess you’re right. Now that ...
Give Generously
“I see,” said the manager, as he put the phone down and looked at the patron very carefully. Mr. Vanier was a patient man, working his way up the bank for over ten years until they finally decided he would suit them more favorably “running the whole show” – the owners’ phrase – instead of handling inpidual bank loans or opening and closing accounts. There was much to be said for the new job. The hours were brief and he did not have to deal with as many problems back in his private office. There had once been a bank robbery at a branch nearby, but the robbers made the mistake of leaving behind ...