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[LOBO]
Receiving the news of Legless Jim's untimely death came as quite a shock.
Especially to Legless Jim.
"But I'm not dead," he would insist.
I took it really hard.
I couldn't even gloat.
Walking out to the Chick Magnet, my badass ride, I just sort of collapsed against the primered 1990 Plymouth Horizon. And for a long, quiet moment of serious mortal self-reflection, I writhed in the excruciating pain of tragic loss.
"But I'm not dead, dumbass!" says poor old Lifeless, Legless Jim.
His obituary was featured in the Las Vegas Times --along with the 1999 other brave heroes lost in the Russian invasion-- on page 53 of the People section.
My "WWID" license plate obscured in comet-like dust behind my car, Legless Joe incessantly badgered me the whole way to the funeral, completely wrecking my somber, agonized grief.
It's a good thing this disrespectful fuck is already dead, I thought.
[LOBO]
Receiving the news of Legless Jim's untimely death came as quite a shock.
Especially to Legless Jim.
"But I'm not dead," he would insist.
I took it really hard.
I couldn't even gloat.
Walking out to the Chick Magnet, my badass ride, I just sort of collapsed against the primered 1990 Plymouth Horizon. And for a long, quiet moment of serious mortal self-reflection, I writhed in the excruciating pain of tragic loss.
"But I'm not dead, dumbass!" says poor old Lifeless, Legless Jim.
His obituary was featured in the Las Vegas Times --along with the 1999 other brave heroes lost in the Russian invasion-- on page 53 of the People section.
My "WWID" license plate obscured in comet-like dust behind my car, Legless Joe incessantly badgered me the whole way to the funeral, completely wrecking my somber, agonized grief.
It's a good thing this disrespectful fuck is already dead, I thought.
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