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I barely made it to the sidewalk when suddenly a white panel van pulls up, the door slides open, and two guys grabbed me and threw me inside.

 
I barely made it to the sidewalk when suddenly a white panel van pulls up, the door slides open, and two guys grabbed me and threw me inside.
-smash cut-

Two months without sunlight. When they open the doors I go blind as I’m dragged out, screamed at and thrust in front of a camera.

They speak in a language I can’t understand but I get the meaning.

I read from the poorly written script they hand me. I speak out to my loved ones in a way that gives me no feeling. I only know my beheading is coming and I just don’t have the time to say what I really want to.

I do my best to make peace with myself and everything I can think about before the lights go off.

Thanks Obama

 
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Just as I’m sure I’m done for, Bruce Willis and The Rock kick in the door to the basement I’ve been held in.

 
Just as I’m sure I’m done for, Bruce Willis and The Rock kick in the door to the basement I’ve been held in.
But because they are actors and not really the supermen they portray in the movies, my jihadi captors easily gun them down.

 
...and reach down to cup my quidditches - my move before i go into full wizard mode - but my hand comes back with blood on it

 
Upon closer inspection, I realize that I am OK, but apparently my captors had stuck a beheaded pigeon down my pants. It was at that moment I knew...

 
...that a bird in my bush was better than two in my hands...otherwise, I would not have been able grab the handgun that got me to the door.

After readjusting my wizard hat...and my quidditches...I jump into the daylight beyond the top of the stairs...only to find...

 
...myself launched into another world. Something was wrong, or maybe right. Who knows? There wasn't a car made since 1950 on the streets, leaden polluttion in the air, lots of fedoras and tight-buttoned cloth coats on the citizens, straight out of another time, except everyone was...

 
And remembered the dynasty rookie draft was tonight and I was going to miss it. How can it get any worse?!
I reached into my pocket and found my phone.  I checked my text messages and saw one from a league mate. At some point in the previous 24 hours, I had traded the 1.01 rookie pick to him for Dez Bryant. My rebuilding team had been dealt a serious blow, my only option now was.....

 
I reached into my pocket and found my phone.  I checked my text messages and saw one from a league mate. At some point in the previous 24 hours, I had traded the 1.01 rookie pick to him for Dez Bryant. My rebuilding team had been dealt a serious blow, my only option now was.....
...to sell half the interests in my team to Hyman Roth and hope he could fix the league the way Arnold Rothstein fixed the 1919 World Series.  I booked a flight to Havana but then the phone rang.  It was...

 
...to sell half the interests in my team to Hyman Roth and hope he could fix the league the way Arnold Rothstein fixed the 1919 World Series.  I booked a flight to Havana but then the phone rang.  It was...
.. Rachel. From card-holder services. I don't mind her calls as much as other scam callers because she has such a sexy voice.  But I hung up and, without looking, stepped into the street right in front of...

 
".. Rachel. From card-holder services. I don't mind her calls as much as other scam callers because she has such a sexy voice.  But I hung up and, without looking, stepped into the street right in front of..."

A huge pile of dog ####. Just missed it. Rachel had raised my horns, I needed some female accompaniment and I needed it now. Down the street was the Filler Up, my favorite late nite ho-stop. Let's see what's hanging at the bar.

 
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".. Rachel. From card-holder services. I don't mind her calls as much as other scam callers because she has such a sexy voice.  But I hung up and, without looking, stepped into the street right in front of..."

A huge pile of dog ####. Just missed it. Rachel had raised my horns, I needed some female accompaniment and I needed it now. Down the street was the Filler Up, my favorite late nite ho-stop. Let's see what's hanging at the bar.
But then I remembered the bumps on my little guy. Did that STD ever get cleared up? 

 
"But then I remembered the bumps on my little guy. Did that STD ever get cleared up?"

Some consider French Tickling a special bonus. Well guess what sistas? No charge for the bare back ride of a lifetime.

Is that Melissa over there in the dark corner? My acid flashbacks were slowing down and I had a clear vision of MOE-lissa, "hey there baby".

 
"But then I remembered the bumps on my little guy. Did that STD ever get cleared up?"

Some consider French Tickling a special bonus. Well guess what sistas? No charge for the bare back ride of a lifetime.

Is that Melissa over there in the dark corner? My acid flashbacks were slowing down and I had a clear vision of MOE-lissa, "hey there baby".
Even on a good day, Melissa was hard to look at. Flowers that fester, and all that.

she sidled up to my table and said in her brassy, Bronx accent "whatchu doin', handsome?" Was it the acid or was it real? her face split itself in two and flopped gruesomely onto her shoulders and I'm staring into a shrieking skull. Muscle, tendon and subcutaneous fat in the place of that world-weary, once pretty face.

 
Pizza face or not, it was MOE-lissas rack that kept me coming back. Jersey milk cows would moo with jealous delight and follow her all over the pasture. I was headed for planet titopia tonite!

 
Along the walk to MOE-Lissas's place, as I was leaning in to give her a hug, I realized she was wearing a Drew Brees New Orleans Saints jersey.  

 
Brees number was nine. But underneath that jersey was a 10+ pair of monstermams. My spidey senses were tingling.

 

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