We found the book. Went straight to the index. Looked up "trick, oldest." Flipped to the page. It read, "Oldest Trick not here - HAHAHAHAHA!!!" We weren't amused.
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Added by Robert McEvily on September 19, 2009 at 4:12pm —
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A woman is being mugged. Her purse is being stolen. She’s crying out for help. But Last Wash is 7:30. It’s 7:20. Maybe some other time.
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Added by Robert McEvily on June 24, 2009 at 11:59am —
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The Security Guard
They say "birds of a feather flock together," and even though (on most days at least) I try not to listen to "them," for me, the triteness applies. Most of my friends are security guards. One works in a bank, one in an office building, one at a law firm, and one... well, I don't know
where she works, actually. I've never asked. When we're all together, they complain mostly, so I don't say much, because I'm happy, and I don't want to brag or annoy; I keep my good…
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Added by Robert McEvily on March 13, 2009 at 6:00pm —
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Hi Guys,
Just letting you know - the "chat" feature was recently moved to the bottom of your browser (it's no longer on the main page). To chat, just click the arrow key with the horizontal line over it on the bottom right of your page...
:)
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Added by Robert McEvily on February 27, 2009 at 2:57am —
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Added by Robert McEvily on January 15, 2009 at 9:27am —
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Ten-year-old Sadie was in her bible study class, listening to glowering Mr. Wingnut exhorting her and the other children to obey god's ten commandments or risk burning in hell, and she was pretty scared and wanted to be sure she didn't break any of those rules, but then, omigod, she realized that she didn't know what commandment number six meant, so how could she know whether or not she was doing it? Her fifth grade class had already studied prefixes and suffixes, but try as she may she could no…
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Added by Robert McEvily on December 31, 2008 at 10:32am —
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Let's hear it for
Harry and
JJ!
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Added by Robert McEvily on December 24, 2008 at 1:26pm —
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 26, 2008 at 3:50pm —
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Get all the juicy details
here, including a great podcast interview!
Congratulations Linda! (Check out Linda's work for 6S
here.)
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 24, 2008 at 1:14pm —
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Today was like every other day at the gym, she followed him around, making her way closer and closer to him, always just two or three work out machines away, always watching him in the mirror. Today his hair, the hair she longed to wrap her hands in and around and through, was pulled back into a ponytail the long length of it held tight by a thick, black rubber band. She grew bolder and when the opportunity arose she seized it and took possession of the leg press machine right next to the ab-cru…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 24, 2008 at 10:09am —
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Bottom of the 13th inning, the score is still zero all, and an unlikely spring snowstorm is now swirling down from the black sky, beneath the stadium lights, coating the grass in white powder. There are two down, the bases are empty, and I’m at the dish dialed in on a 3-2 fastball. I crush the letter-high offering deep into the left-center power alley and hear the cold and weary crowd come back to life with a roar of anticipation. The snow-slicked ball skips across the icy grass to the warning t…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 24, 2008 at 10:03am —
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I slip his hands into the double knotted rope and yank them hard against the back of the chair. I step back, and observe his wide eyed expression as I roll the duct tape back and forth between my hands. It isn't the money or the jewelry that I am trying to thieve. He sighs as I let the roll of tape drop to the floor and snatch the silk scarf from my hair. I walk over to his stereo, push play, and let the seductive music use me, guide me. I know it's wrong, but it's the only way I know, it is his…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 23, 2008 at 7:17pm —
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Do you remember when you drove off route 18 and made me stand with you by the lake at midnight? You knew you’d made me late for curfew again and that frigid gusts of wind were curling into my jacket sleeves, but your family was moving soon and you wanted this silent moment with me. Standing before the lake, thick and solid in the spotted moonlight, you reached for my hand and pulled it into your pocket, a warm recess just below your heart that I wished my whole body could fit into. Maybe this is…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 21, 2008 at 3:17pm —
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It was a thing of beauty. The rubber chicken swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in a hangman's noose. This was moment middle school boys dream of, the reason we skipped our after school activities, snuck into the school's theater, made dirty jokes about "choking it," and ascended to the heights of the catwalk. The fowl dangled there in center stage, just behind the curtain, swinging, swinging. The following morning, the intercom crackled and a livid voice demanded that anyone w…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 21, 2008 at 10:57am —
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Throughout the paranoid days that followed, speech was unclear, assertions impossible. In conversations, personal secrets and dilemmas were attributed to nameless acquaintances, preferably those who had died or fled the land. Even mirrors were suspect and reflective surfaces scuffed or scribbled over. Following his arrest, K— stood in front of the tribunal wearing a blue jacket and green corduroy pants. Rebel that he was, he calmly stated, “I am wearing a blue jacket and green corduroy pants.” A…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 20, 2008 at 10:07pm —
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The only time I ever got robbed, I slept right through it. There was a fireworks display in the park at the end of the road, and I went to bed with my earplugs in, hard little waxy balls that blocked out the commotion so that the kids on the street with their bangers and beer cans and firecrackers moved around in jerky silence, like delinquent mimes. In the morning I missed my alarm and got up late to find in the middle of the living room floor, a cracked and filthy toilet bowl, surrounded by br…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 20, 2008 at 9:59pm —
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The grand finale arrives, setting the blood pounding with an ear splitting techno beat to
C’mon Baby - Rock Me. A strobe light descends from the stage loft, flashing off and on in a stuttering rhythm that reflects the gyrating dancers. The girls and guys are decked out in multi coloured t-shirts, socks and hot pants teamed with white fluorescent running shoes. Their high stepping foot work creates a moving shower of luminous sparks at the floor level. The noise rises even further when las…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 19, 2008 at 1:57pm —
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The sound of gunfire. The color blue flashed, hot like lighting through his mind. He turned from the window and dropped the white porcelain cup from his hands. An explosion of lukewarm coffee scattered everywhere. The body was stretched across the bed; her hands still warm to the touch as the blood quickly soaked into her mother’s quilt like loose ink on paper. He could taste the ocean upon her lips.
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Scott C. Rogers, author of the novel Celluloid Cowboy (Black Coffee Press,…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 18, 2008 at 9:16pm —
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Having found himself incapable of effecting the necessary reparations, Malkovich resolved to dismantle his alley prize. His intention was to harvest the lazer and some of the many small motors from inside and reassemble them as a kind of mutant kinetic lazerium. He envisioned a robotic configuration that when placed beaming and whirling beneath a mottled glass bowl would transform his ceiling and walls into an extragalactic extravaganza. This new idea excited him even more than the original pros…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 16, 2008 at 9:51pm —
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Quite a few people these days, especially younger folks, incise in varying degrees their own skin — for relief: the pressures of daily life are let go, they say. A little blood let out — from their arms, their legs, their torsos — and they feel better, in spite of the psychologists and doctors who believe cutting is practice and progression toward the ultimate gouge, the final purge of one’s red and white cell sustenance. I am like the cutters, I’ve decided, except my blade is a pen, and I poke…
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Added by Robert McEvily on November 16, 2008 at 9:39pm —
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