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Octopussed (Pimple) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

This friend of mine likes to swim. So does his mother. My friend enjoys fishing at the pier too. Yesterday, he brought home a very large mollusk, and put it into his backyard swimming-pool. My friend is not that 'all together bright'. His mother was a night swimmer. She died of a heart attack. His father died of a pill overdose the next day. My friend shot himself in the heart with a 22 cal. The bullet ricochet'd and killed the pool boy. The Octopus died of chlorine poisioning. All in a day & night. My other friend, told me about it. I kept thinking... What a horrible way for that poor octopus to die.

<~> 28-Jul-03/5:31 PM
8, for the legs now floating, dead.




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