Jake1 wore an eye patch. He said he got it playing hand ball.
Jake2 said, "playing with your balls, eh?" And everyone had a good laugh. Jake2 leaves to engage in fitness. Everyone follows with him.
Jake1's eyes, when uncovered, were enough to burn a hole in your soul. He tries to impress the ladies, but the ladies he was trying to impress were just perfectly aligned, random objects making the form of women in his periphery vision.
Jake1 decided to practice his throwing knife abilities there in the hallway. He pulled out the picture of Jake2 he kept stored in his undies, now marred by sweat, and pinned it to the wall. In the photo Jake2 was smiling, and like Jake1 said every time, he said, "I'll give you something to smile about," and whipped the knife at the picture, so that the knife pierced Jake2's left eye. With his spirits lifted, he decided to get some beverage from the local tavern, a Sunday tradition.
Tonight, he told himself, he would not be taken home in a makeshift gurney, which was two projection stands put together. He told himself he wasn't a projector. "I am not a projector. I am a projectionist."
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My grandfather has only one eye. He poked his eye out with a fork when he was a kid to show off in front of some other kids. Now he has a cool glass one that I swear no matter what way he faces is always looking at me.
Just like the mona lisa!
Exactly ilke the Mona Lisa!
Some freak one of my friend's was dating dropped to her knees on some fake bearskin rug at a party once - to "bless" it. She made a real spectacle of herself. She also made "tampon water" for her tomato plants - with used tampons. True story.
Sooo glad those two have since broken up.
Sybil, you have told me about this woman before. She sounds like she has traumatized you with her actions. Are you suggesting she and Jake hook up? Jake is fictional, I think.
We are all projectionists, Jake.
We are not inanimate objects, Jake. What's your favorite projectile?
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