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To My Love, From the Attic, With Love

This story is really unfortunate and creepy for this woman, so for that reason I feel bad writing an (attempt at) funny post based on this. But, obviously, not so bad that I’m not here writing it.

The story is: A woman in North Carolina lives with her kids, and she heard a noise in the attic. Thinking it was an animal she sent her eldest and one of her nephews to check it out and … not an animal, but her ex-boyfriend. An ex-boyfriend from TWELVE years ago! He had been released from prison two weeks ago and decided to take up residence in her attic.

They found coats and such he used to pack in there to create a nice little bedroom. And, how lovely, cups of feces and urine, because nature calls.

Now, for your cringing, my guess as to his inner-journal.

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August 27 – I’m so psyched to get out of prison! This place is the worst! It smells gross, there’s no privacy, the food is tolerable at best (except for Mash Mondays, when we watch Mash while eating). I think, most of all, I’m excited to see my beautiful ex. I haven’t figured out yet how to win her back … I know it’s been twelve years … but she’s so beautiful! How could I not at least try!? I’d hate myself forever for that.

It’s ridiculous but prison has changed me into a better man … Not because of anything they did, but because I want her back. And keeping me from her? – well, that’s a reason to change.

August 28 – I got to her place. The memories came flooding back! I can’t wait to surprise her! I went to knock on the door but got all nervous, and had to hide when I heard her coming to the door. What do I say? “Hey … I’ve missed you like crazy … I can do 200 push-ups in one sitting, now. Wanna see?” Hey, that’s actually pretty good.

August 31 – Hm. Things took a turn today. Sometimes I make a fairly innocent bad decision, and then I feel stuck, and I end up making a few more bad decisions. It’s not a good thing, I know, but it could happen to anyone.

I came up to her house to knock on her door. I was so nervous. But then I did it! I finally did it! I was there, waiting for her to come to the door when I heard a car coming up. It was her! Oh my GOD! I didn’t expect this … I had been practicing in my head for her to open the door and greet me … and … and then I’d make a speech on the porch and she’d take me back … This was all wrong for her to be on the driveway, so I took the nearest exit – which was inside the house.

Guys, I’m in her attic. I’m just waiting it out though, she’ll leave and I’ll run outside and try again.

September 1 – Oh man oh man oh man I have to go to the bathroom so bad I can’t focus. Don’t these people EVER LEAVE?

September 4 – Time has been moving by pretty quickly here. This is a crazy household! Kids running around, the mom (my love) yelling at them, cooking up some good food, me sneaking down when they’re all asleep to get food and more jars to poop in. It’s great. Every once and a while I picture me down there, with them, being a dad and husband. It’s beautiful. I wish I had grabbed some lids for those jars though. Talk about stinky.

September 6 – “Heya dad!”
“Heya son!”
“How was your day?”
“Oh, the usual grind, son. I went to work, accomplished stuff. Came home and brought your mom some flowers.”
“She’ll love them, dad! They’re nice!”
“Thanks son.”
“Boy you’ve come a long way from that time you were secretly living in our attic, and then you fell through the ceiling during dinner, and mom looked so angry but then she just started laughing … and we all were laughing, and she just said, ‘I’ve missed you.’ And you said, ‘I’ve missed you too.’ And then she said, ‘Apparently you haven’t missed deodorant!’ That was so funny, dad!”
“Yeah, son, yeah it was …”

I’ve been picturing the future … and it goes like that. I change it up some, though. I haven’t decided yet how I’m going to leave the attic and re-introduce love.

September 7 – I can hold my breath for what I think is about two minutes. And then I sort of pass out for a while. It helps me deal with the stink.

September 8 – WAIT A MINUTE! Newsflash! When I sneak downstairs to steal food I should also use the bathroom! MAN! This is revolutionary.

September 9 – You know what seems like a lot of work? Raising kids. Having a job. Taking care of a wife. Doing stuff. You know what I know for a fact is NOT a lot of work? Pooping in jars and sleeping in an attic. I’m having second thoughts here.

September 10 – Sorry about yesterday … I wasn’t myself. I do want her back. I want to LIVE LIFE! I also want to shower. I’m going to start practicing my grand take me back speech. Here are the ingredients:

150 push-ups (don’t put it all out there right away)
200 sit-ups
a poem that has her name in it and rhymes
a talk about how I have grown up (don’t slip up and mention the attic thing)
a talk about how much I will do for her (exaggeration is key)

September 11 – I was just practicing and … oh crap … I think they heard me …

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Egyptian Slaves Discussing the New Pharaoh’s Name

– Hey Jimmy, how’s it going?
– Frank! I didn’t know you had work today!
– Hahaha.
– Hahahaha. Yep … maybe I’ll have tomorrow off, eh?
– Boy. If it wasn’t for the sun and over-work making me delusional, the grind of work would really be depressing.
– Let’s change the subject.
– Well, that’s a great idea!
– What should we talk about?
– Hmmm …
– Oh!
– Oh!?
– OH!! Did you hear!?
– Hear what?!
– Hear about the new Pharaoh!
– Wait, what?
– Yeah!
– When did this happen!?
– Last week sometime, man … But no, that’s not the big news. He chose his name!
– Ooooh! Really?
– Yep!
– Is it a good one?
– Well … I know how you felt about the last guy.
– Dear old “Amun is pleased”?
– Yep.
– Don’t get me started …
– Do you think it was … Oh I don’t know, cocky?
– ARGH! YES! … You brought this lecture on yourself …
– By all means, I enjoy hearing it.
– Ok. So. His predecessor had “Lord of the truth is Ra.” I liked that! I thought it was great! It was a name, but it was more than that. It was a message. You’d wake up and think, “wait, who’s the Lord of the truth? Oh yeah! Ra! Thanks, Pharaoh!” But then we had Mr. “Amun is pleased” and … I mean, just COME. ON.
– You sure you’ll be able to handle the new Pharaoh’s name?
– Oh no.
– Keep in mind he’s just a kid, so …
– Just tell me!
– It’s … “Living image of Amun.”
– …
– Yep.
– The … PHARAOH … The pharaoh! … Is the living image of Amun?
– (Nods head)
– Amun! Amun, as in the champion of the poor or troubled? Not to mention a figure central to personal piety!
– That Amun.
– The removed-from-any-work-Pharaoh is the living image … of Amun … That’s just great.
– Hahaha … I know it stinks, buddy, but if it makes you feel better, I love hearing about how much you hate the irony.
– I hope it turns out Amun had really bad acne. Stupid boy king.

Thanks wikipedia for all my knowledge about this.

Nebmaatre Amenhotep III The Magnificent King: name means Lord of the truth is Ra
Neferkheperure-waenre Amenhotep IV/Akhenaten: original name means “Amun is pleased.”
Tutankhamun means “Living Image of Amun”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_pharaohs

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Pavlov’s Prison

Sheriff Joe was a cruel, cruel man. Well, unless you asked him. In that case he was a clever S.O.B. with a twisted sense of humor. If you asked one of his inmates though, he was a cruel, cruel man.

“Let’s think about the facts – most prisoners are men. Men commit more violent crimes. And this idea, frankly, is geared toward men.”

The inmates hated it but what was the other option, to avoid it altogether?

“I got the idea one night when my wife, Ava Maria, she was watching some documentary on that fella Pavlov. He had the dogs. And they’d go crazy for bells. I thought about it, and I decided I could use that for the benefit of society.” Then Joe adds with a laugh, “Not bells, exactly, of course.”

The declaration came out, conjugal visits would be allowed, but there was a certain drawback.

During the course of the visit, a police siren will play the whole time in the conjugal trailer.

Joey Lawrence, 36, summed up his and the rest of the prisoners reactions with one word – “Wow.”

“I figure,” Joe says with a grin, “It’ll be awful damn hard to run from the cops with an erection. And hey, maybe it’ll make some of these fellas come to appreciate the police in a whole new way.”

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