I'm just a boy, asking my Über driver to take me to Vegas and I swear by the time we get there I'll have convinced you to marry me.
.@marcmaron @daveanthony @TheRichardLewis And I'm about to. Good workout. (Pours out some Talisker, leaves the octagon). #respect
.@marcmaron @daveanthony @TheRichardLewis Giggled-shitted the alt-geezer.
.@marcmaron @daveanthony @TheRichardLewis The way Lewis hangs back in the shadows, ready to strike when one of us tires, is masterful.
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Thu, Oct 12


31 HORROR STORIES -- "The Late Shift" (1980)

@ 12:00 PM

"Thank you." "You're welcome." "I'm sorry."

Dennis Etchison comes home late a lot -- or he used to. Like me, he must've stopped at a lot of all-night food marts. A bag of pretzels and a Yoo Hoo after you fill up your gas tank. You give your money to the dead-eyed cashier.

"Thank you."

They seem like zombies, don't they?



 
 
   
   
   
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