The LeftyFingerPop Short Story Thread

[LeftyFingerPop]

Mitch and Logan were just two souls on this planet who were unrelated by friendship or blood. Until that warm August day, that is.

Mitch was walking back to his workplace on 76th street in New York City, sweating profusely as he moved. The heat was getting to him, and he was not paying attention to much of anything. Not that he would have noticed the construction scaffold that was falling from the 39th floor of the building he was walking by. Not that he would have noticed that it was about to crush him.

Logan was a full 30 feet away from Mitch when he saw the scaffold begin to fall. He ran toward Mitch in what seemed like slow motion. He reached him just before the scaffold crushed him and pushed him out of the way unharmed.

Unfortunately, Logan did not do as well. The scaffold trapped him instead, leaving him in the hospital for 4 weeks.

To show his appreciation for Logan's life saving gesture, his new friend Mitch visited him every day, and helped him mend both physically and emotionally.

When Logan was released from the hospital, Mitch visited him at his home and told him that there was something he needed to discuss with him.

With a curious half-smile, Logan asked "What is it, Mitch"?

Mitch replied "Logan, this is the last day you will see me. I cannot be your friend anymore".

"Why not"? Logan simply replied.

Mitch said "Logan, I don't know how to say this, but you smell".

"What do you mean"? replied Logan.

"You stink...I mean...you really fucking stink".

Flabbergasted, Logan replied, "But Mitch, I saved your life and I sacrificed my body for you. How can you say that"?

"Well Logan, I know you saved my life, but imagine you had a dog, and you rubbed some old moldy Limburger cheese on your dog's ass. Then, a skunk sprayed your dog directly in the ass. Logan, you smell like your dog's ass would. I can't be friends with you anymore. Goodbye".

The End

[MiddleFingerMom]

1. That made my eyes all teary and shit. n/t

[LeftyFingerPop]

2. Thank you.

:rofl:

[Tobin S.]

3. I see a Pulitzer in your future

John was heading down the road in his semi through the Montana countryside when nature called. As luck would have it, a rest area loomed on the horizon just at the time when he needed it. God must have smiled upon him, he thought, for what else could be the explanation for his good fortune. Yes, it's the little things that let you know that someone upstairs is indeed watching.

Rural Montana rest areas aren't much more than glorified outhouses, but they serve the purpose. John wondered who serviced such rest areas out in these remote locations. Sensing that this was going to be a longer break than usual, John grabbed the paperback romance novel that he'd been reading in his down time and went to do his business.

Things got a little more urgent on the way in and he hurriedly went to the stall, dropped trou, and opened his romance novel. After he was relieved he realized that he had neglected to check if there was toilet paper in the stall. It turned out that there was none.

"Aw, shit," John muttered.

Then he realized that he still had the romance novel, and, what the hell, had already read the first few chapters.

Yes, John thought, someone was indeed watching over him.

[RandomThoughts]

4. He probably never bought him the beers owed anyways.

Not much of a loss to Logan :)

Logan's Run
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4Oxw4ctZHw



Crank It Up
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnSbpPXlmvo



I think I need a beer. LOL

[rug]

5. Was it E. 76th St. or W. 76th St.?

Details matter.

[LeftyFingerPop]

6. Purposely not stated in order to stimulate the reader's imagination.

[madinmaryland]

7. I just came from a thread where they were discussing wonking.

:wtf:

Guess it is pev night tonight!

[MiddleFingerMom]

8. I ignored the problem with the location asmoot. After all...

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...everyone KNOWS New York only has 67 streets.
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Great story... sucky research. One only hopes that it came from an
inexpensive resource, like indentured grad students or something.
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