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Cause I don’t believe in anything And I want to be somebody to believe… Now, let me say one thing before I begin this little uh shall we say experimental venture into writing, hee hee hee. If anybody out there takes IPS in school, well, you’ll understand when I say one day I got bored, and a bored fishie is one thing you don’t want. And somehow I received the notion of killer squirrels. So with that said, I suppose you may now read this story, but remember, I was in a weird mood when this idea came to me, so uh, please excuse the fact that this probably will never happen, but hey, it’s one hundred percent fiction so I can do whatever I want with those Hanson brothers. Lastly, I don’t want any complaints about how descriptive I am in this story, cause well, if you understand the medical content contained within you’ll realize that some people have had to live through this, and if you can’t figure what the "this" is, then I suggest you spend some time in Encarta. Hmm, I rambled again, ha ha ha, the never-ending disclaimer, it keeps going and going and going… ************************************************************************* Musical credit given to Counting Crows for "Mr. Jones." << Back to Story Page>> << Back To Index Of Chapters Page>> Back To Main Page>> |