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Ole SoftyOle Softyby Leslie MarableI mourned my kneaded husband from a dough-machine mishap. He was waiting on the crescent rolls when death took him from his nap. My life, no longer bearable, so I wandered through the streets. I spied the crowded restaurant where my love and I did meet. I left that fast food haven with my last meal, so I thought. I checked in at the Budget Inn to end my life, why not? I climbed onto the window ledge looking over my small town. I took another step or two to cast my poor self down. "Dont Jump! You still have life to live." I thought, who could this be? Then I looked inside the hotel room. My eyes, did they deceive?! A little fry was standing there upon his crusty end. He was begging me to come inside, my life, please not to end. I know this must sound crazy, but Ole Softy saved my life! I bought him at McDonalds with a burger "super-sized!" Article Source: http://www.articles-galore.com |