The short story that sticks with me from junior high, that I have not been able to track down in the last 40 years or so, was if I remember right another lottery style tale. I think it was just the husband and the one chosen was eaten by the rest of the community - the twist was that the eatee got to choose the method of preparation, and in the story, he chose to be served raw. Anyone recall this story? I'd love to track it down.
It's the lingerie that does it.
That's a lot of words to say, "I don't want someone on a bicycle to get something that makes their life a little easier. In fact, cars should get it and not bikes!"
Barbara? Barbara Streisand? Is that you?
"Must survive on sales alone." 1700 dollars for this thing... that would be your sales, you greedy fucker.
Cut a hole in the tennis ball, stick it on the muzzle of your AR-15 and call it a silencer. Bet you could smuggle in a number of tennis balls that way
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I tried the same thing, no luck. It was in 7th grade if I remember correctly - and that was 1984 for me so it's been a minute. :)
The idea of choosing being served raw should be enough to track it down, and I've occasionally searched for it over the years, but...