| Thunder Sandwich #17
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 dweeb by jeff filipski |
| Factory Worker I was hand-welding hydraulic cylinders when this bolt of enlightenment happened to strike why not film a ten minute parody of Gladiator and call it Factory Worker? plot it around a supervisor who becomes a peon who challenges the plant manager instead of "strength and honor" employees chant "elbows and assholes" I'd film it with my girlfriend's camcorder and submit it to Atomfilm.com where it would be lauded, landing me a lucrative deal with Dreamworks after writing a quick treatment I gathered a cast of co-workers and set out to videotape my magnum opus the second shot, I overbalanced and dropped the camcorder off the overhead crane funding fell apart soon after the broken video camera being the proverbial straw that bounced me back to the single's scene where even now I search for potential investors so, it's three o'clock in the morning and I'm sitting in front of the computer with my dick in hand five feet away my wife sleeps at least I hope she's asleep I'm in a private room of some internet game site playing spades with WASPUSS except we're not playing WASPUSS is telling me how she'd like me to cram my huge cock into her mouth at least I hope WASPUSS is a she kinda like she hopes my cock is huge it's almost poetry-- telling her how I'd like to run my tongue up and down her p u s s y converting to e e cummings to thwart the computer's puritanical censorship it doesn't occur to me until after getting off that what I'm doing might be considered strange then I think... maybe I gave her too much information maybe even now she's searching the web for a Guntersville telephone book so she can give me a call and break up my marriage sending my life spiralling into chaos surely normal people don't have these fucking problems |
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Edited by Jim Chandler & Haze McElhenny
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