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February 27, 2007

David: Bobo Of The Apocalypse

Bobo strode through the ruins of civilization. He gazed upon the rubble of the once-proud city and mimed a tear rolling down his cheek. He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away the tear and the collected grime of what seemed an eternity amid the smoke and haze. The first was red, tied to white, green, yellow, blue, orange, violet. At the end was a pair of heart-patterned boxer shorts.

He released the fabric into the radiation-tinged breeze and honked his red, bulbous nose. Putting one giant shoe in front of the other, Bobo went forth to meet his destiny.

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Comments

you are a sick fuck

Posted by: Ted Bronson at February 27, 2007 5:11 PM · Permalink

There is no way a story can be bad when that story begins with a sentence like, "Bobo strode through the ruins of civilization.".

Good job, David!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at February 27, 2007 7:49 PM · Permalink