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Wacky Weekend Challenge
Tom abandoned his room in Dire Straits when he left for the convention. His dirty spandex boxer shorts are begging for attention. Tits and bits of this and that, UFOs of every kind (Unknown foreign objects) are littering and piled so high I fear for what I'll find. There's a piece of wood with wormholes resembling lunar craters. I wonder should I try to clean or call exterminators. My head begins to throb, a pain is drifting in and out. The medicine Dr. Hammond prescribed has not put it to rout. I had insomnia last night. It's hard to stay awake. That gig of Tom's had better not turn out to be a fake. Our Rosie is in the kitchen cleaning what appears to be nuclear waste. Something is boiling on the stove. I stop to take a taste. My plans to wine and dine my friends are going all awry. Tom's mess has emptied out my brain. I forgot to bake my pie. Vacuum salesmen at the door are just the final straw. I throw my Listerine soaked tissue saying, "Leave or I'll call the law." Meanwhile my Tom is having fun, my lazy, thougtless, spoiled, loved son.
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