In another reality, Bob awoke with a start, the dream already fading from his memory. There was something about firing a gun, or was it some kind of tablet computer...? And who was the man? It had seemed so real. Bob rose from the bed, grabbed his baritone sax, and flew out the bedroom window and away into the bright blue Tuesday morning sky.
Hercule noticed the iPad and wondered if there was an app that could help him with his exterminator duties. He snatched the device with a "yoink" and ran away, leaving the front door and scampering around the corner of the house, his canisters and spray nozzles clinking and clanking as he ran.
One cautious step at a time, Hercule inched across the porch as he listened for the the tiny legs of insects and rodents scamper behind the door. As he reached for the door knob he couldn't help but think about that scene from Home Alone with Joe Pesci, wondering if he might meet the same fate.
Hey I'll start a story and people can add a line or two at a time.
It wasn't glamorous being an exterminator, but Hercule Jones was the kind of man who took his work seriously. He always took the time to prepare his tools with meticulous precision. He had sprayers, poisons, and traps of all shapes and sizes, arranged on various belts and harnesses around his waist, torso, and shoulders. Locked and loaded. He approached the front door of the house.
archaeology on 05-18-2010
In another reality, Bob awoke with a start, the dream already fading from his memory. There was something about firing a gun, or was it some kind of tablet computer...? And who was the man? It had seemed so real. Bob rose from the bed, grabbed his baritone sax, and flew out the bedroom window and away into the bright blue Tuesday morning sky.
Leo on 05-14-2010
Goldmans Sachs of Sh*t
my name on 05-06-2010
Hercule noticed the iPad and wondered if there was an app that could help him with his exterminator duties. He snatched the device with a "yoink" and ran away, leaving the front door and scampering around the corner of the house, his canisters and spray nozzles clinking and clanking as he ran.
Tim on 05-06-2010
Fatfolding from the ipad
Tim on 04-22-2010
One cautious step at a time, Hercule inched across the porch as he listened for the the tiny legs of insects and rodents scamper behind the door. As he reached for the door knob he couldn't help but think about that scene from Home Alone with Joe Pesci, wondering if he might meet the same fate.
Scott on 03-30-2010
Hey I'll start a story and people can add a line or two at a time. It wasn't glamorous being an exterminator, but Hercule Jones was the kind of man who took his work seriously. He always took the time to prepare his tools with meticulous precision. He had sprayers, poisons, and traps of all shapes and sizes, arranged on various belts and harnesses around his waist, torso, and shoulders. Locked and loaded. He approached the front door of the house.
Darrin on 03-30-2010
Hola. That's pretty much all the spanish I know
Jesus on 03-23-2010
Seriously, Paul, I HEARD YOU, okay? Take a day off, I officially give you permission. Oh, and stop playing with yourself so much.
Jesus on 03-19-2010
I know, give me a damn break already.
Paul on 03-15-2010
I pray to Jesus everyday