In the email he bitched about what a fatass the boss is, how the customer is an idiot without any redeeming qualities and his honest opinions on how overpaid the new employees are.Then he realized he just clicked “Reply all”.
He stared into the sunrise, unable to tear his gaze from the glorious sight. He idly wondered if it would be the crabs or the incoming tide that would claim him first.
I love the book, one of the best horror novels around. It is a pity thaat there hasn’t been a good movie from it yet, I have no idea why they buy a great book and then don’t use much of it in the movie. sigh
NOOOOOOOOO! I hate when that happens.
Actually happened to me back in the 90s, 10 years after I had a tubal ligation … :eek:
eep! poor puppy!
Oh HELL NO!
“That wasn’t so bad!” she thought, as she dropped the last Sunday paper on the last porch of the new paper route; “I wonder why no one else ever managed to keep this gig?”
As she opened the door to her car, she realized it was full–again–of Sunday papers, and she looked up to see that she was standing on the corner of Infinity Boulevard and Neverends Avenue.
Some great ones (including the OP) here http://imgur.com/gallery/VBJPcGy
He cried and cried, not understanding, knowing he was not at fault.
As his tears dried, alone in the bed they shared he began to fall asleep, weakly he wondered why the faint smell of dirt grew stronger.
The chances that the atomic experiment would ignite the Earth’s atmosphere were vanishingly small.
Which was not, Professor Simpkin admitted to himself just an instant after closing the switch, and the irreversible reaction began, exactly the same thing as saying that it could not happen.