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Clean up on aisle 6


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aisle six
by morpheous

an lom release
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This file was inspired by my experiences at a local supermarket today. The names and eventsve been slightly altered to protect the innocent.

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ABCO - There it was in big, red letters above the store. I fought past the polyester_clad hes and made my way into the market. Upon entering, the smell of rotting fruit and decaying meat mtm nostrils - my kind of store. I pulled out my shopping list from my jeans and proceeded to acquremyelf a nifty cart. Of course, the one I got had a wheel that wouldn't spin. I went to an aisl togetthe first item on my shopping list - stuffing. While perusing the multitude of Stove Top Stffin (
c) flavors, a tiny waif of a child strolled up next to me. I edged away from this odiferous, dribbl mass of flesh and continued with my stuffing selection. While reaching for "FINE TURKEY FLAVOR" erd a whisper:

"Psssst! Bobby! Get away from there!"

I look at little Bobby, then I turn around. There was Bobby's yuppie_mother. She stood their clad her reeboks and guess jeans (40 and trying to look 14) with a mixed look of disgust and fear upon e ace. Again, the whisper:

"NOW BOBBY! NOW! MOVE YOUR ASS!"

"But mom!"

She held her breath, then quickly walked over and grabbed Bobby by his arm and dragged him a. Noticing her unusual intake of oxygen, I sniffed. Sure enough, the strong, sweet, smoky odor o u_ez were floating up from my jacket. Oh my. She probably thought I was going to deal drugs to erchld. I grabbed a can of green beans and exclaimed:

"Hey, wait! You forgot something!"

I threw the can with all my might. The can sailed lazily through the air, spinning slowly trds its final destination - the back of Bobby's little head. With a pleasant cracking sound, the a ent halfway into his head before stopping. Bobby's entire body was thrown forward from the impat f he can. His mother screamed out loud as she looked at him lying on the floor in his blood andbrans.

"Dude. Boge! Sorry lady. I get these spasms some times. You know, FROM DRUGS!!! AAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!"

"YOU BASTARD!!!! MY SOOOOOOOON! MY SOOOOOOON!"

a message from the pa system interrupted her screaming:

"Herb, clean-up in aisle 6."

Wondering what an Herb looked like, I decided to stick around. Sure enough, there was Herb long with his 4" thick glasses, pocket protector, and flare_bottoms.

"Hi Herb! Will you be my friend?" I asked him as I mashed the side of his head in with a bof stove top. I took his lack of reply as a "no" answer. Slightly angred, I reached into his pant n ripped his penis off - which I lobbed at Bobby's still screaming mother. It landed with a nice<sla> at her feet, spraying her with blood and matter. She looked at the severed member on the flor nd bizarre look came upon her face. She licked her lips, then started to remove her sweatshir. Yp,
she was definitely undressing. Off came the sweatshirt, then her shoes, and jeans. By now, our lie aisle had attracted some attention. All eyes had left me and focused on the now-nude mother of ob.

I noticed the moisture beginning to form on the red lips of her shaved vagina as she sat down the floor. She stretched and spread her legs - then took the limp, bleeding dick in a hand. Wihhr other hand, she spread her cunt apart, then slid in the dead dildo. The eyes of the people wachngher opened in surprise and shock as she began to moan in pleasure as she slid it in and out ofherelf

Suddenly, several male on-lookers took their pants off and lunged for the wench upon the gro. Bored, I paid for my box of stuffing (half-price because of the blood and dents in it) and left A the automatic door slid open and I walked out, I could hear Bobby's mother exclaim:

"Oh yes! Use the watermelon! Use the watermelon!"

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