Bedtime Stories with Cary

My girlfriend often asks for bedtime stories at night. This is the kind of story I tell her. Sweet dreams!

Once upon a time there was a sweaty, Old Man in the shape of a ball. He was so sweaty that he rolled everywhere very fast.

One day, the Old Man was waiting at an intersection when he was pushed out into the street.

The Old Man rolled into an oncoming car. It hit him, but his slick sweat saved him, and he bounced off the car.

But the Old Man landed in the path of an 18-wheeler truck. The metal mass crushed him, spraying sweat everywhere. He died.

The End

 

 

 

 

 

 

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