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    Diary of a Mad Addict . . . Chapter 20

    Story written on February 18, 2005 by T6beach.
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    The Last Laugh . . .for now . . .

    Simultaneously we both yelled Shut the ***** up E, I can handle her. K turned her head up to look at me as I looked down at her, neither of us believing we had both just said the exact same thing to the dog. And when he refused to stop that yapping and bounded up on the bed, I fell into K grabbing her around the neck and we both tumbled off the bed.

    Hitting the floor HARD, entangled in each others bodies, covered in and spitting out feathers, we both looked up on the bed to see our border collie looking down at us still barking. Once again we turned and looked at each other and suddenly we just couldnt help ourselves.

    We started laughing out loud at the silliness of the situation we had created, both knowing we really need to just and talk and listen to each other. We managed to sit up, K brushing feathers from my body, me picking feathers out of her hair and clothes, both of us still giggling and sighing trying to steady our breath. After a minute of doing that we both sat and leaned our backs against the bed, side by side, K taking my hand in hers, lovingly caressing it as she spoke.

    We share the same e-mail address, you moron.

    I froze in that sitting position and held my breath at once realizing she had been right all along about everything. I WAS stupid, nave and a moron. How could I not remember that? I wanted so badly to cover my head with a pillow, but since we had destroyed them I simply grabbed my fruit stained sweatshirt with my free hand and pulled it up over my head, shielding my eyes as I bent my head back and rested it on the bed.

    I listened in silent embarrassment as she continued to detail the trail of 471 odd clues I had unknowingly and so stupidly left behind.

    You are constantly reading those stories, babe, sometimes late into the night. Its been more than a few times I had to carry you back into bed after you have fallen asleep in front of the computer. (MOTHER ***** ME SHE IS SO RIGHT, I AM TRULY AN IMBECILE).

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    2. Beachie….I know you will write again…its in your blood. Thanks for making me laugh once again. My e-mail is messed up so just in case…March 10th is a go.

    3. LOL! You are a lousy liar Beach; you gotta change your strategy cause you’re a sitting duck. You’ll get busted before you can spell “L”…

    4. I didn’t read this yet. I’m going to now. I just wanted to say thanks for writing your stories. They always make me laugh, cry, cry while I laugh, and pee my pants. I’m not ashamed to admit that by the way. Off to read the End For Now. ha.

    5. Bravo!! Loved it! A fabulous ending….even though I’m with Janet…well, and Bette. Is it the end? Or is it just the beginning? My Bette! I cant believe I just typed that stupid line! Only for YOU do I do all things L….only for you! Great great stuff Beach. You’re my kinda nut.

    6. “those unmistakable sounds of the Scabs belting out BIGG BUTTS AND BLOWJOBS, I knew right then ………”
      Well, in the end, I think we all get busted, don’t we?
      ~ and now I’m off trying to get lose of that stupid grin on my face ~ ;-)

    7. Oh my God…wait…Oh my Bette!! Beach, that was perfect!! I was on the floor laughing when K was looking in Beach’s eyes for the tattoo!! Hey…maybe next time I am in town, you can sneak out again for another Belgian Waffle (with extra whipped cream if I remember right). Don’t let this be the absolute end…please.

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