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"I think I will call it," he muttered, "Flamin'
Pete's House of Creative and Unusual, But Very Nice and Givable, And
To Often Then Not Overpriced at Department Stores, But Affordable
Products and Services Here On The West Side Of Julandville in the
Beautiful State of Massachusetts, And Dedicated To Mr. Thomas
Janrith Sextonite Florosome III Outlet Mall."
"Well that is a
very lovely name. Not to long, not to short." The man
said.
Soon the building of the complex was completed. It
was massive. It was to be one of few things that were visible
from space, like the Great Wall of China and the dome around the
town The Truman Show was made in. It contained every
type of store imaginable. It was given an area code from the
phone company and a zip code by the U.S. Postal Service, and also
became a headquarters for an organized crime syndicate of and for
the Mob Store Inc. employees. As I said, it was large.
People came from all around to shop. Children could shop in
the kid related stores safely while parent's went off to shop for
parenty things. There was an amusement park store where people
could buy real working rides, like roller coasters, water rides, and
all the other rides contained in, but not limited to, amusement
parks. There was a store called Pickles of the World.
They specialized in finding rare and quality pickles from around
the globe. The complex had a Multiplex, which was
departmentalized into groups like Children, Teens,
Adults,
Perverted Adults, and a few others for the foreign
customers who wanted to take in a show.
F.P. was
happy. He had a great business. He met a nice lady (by
lady I of course mean a 22 year old coed whose beauty would make all
other women in the world jealous) who finally married him (Not for
the money she says). F.P. was happy. He even opened a
bubble gum factory in the complex. He called it "Buy a Pack
and Offer It to a Billionaire So You Too Can Be As Fiendishly Rich
As Me Bubble Gum Factory Store Corporation."
One day a young boy
by the name of Icy Ronnie offered Flamin' Pete a piece of gum.
F.P. took it and chewed it and then he died. It seems he too
was fiendishly diabetic. You see, F.P. was Mr. Thomas Janrith
Sextonite Florosome III's long lost son. Icy Ronnie inherited
all of F.P.'s wealth the same way F.P. acquired Mr. Thomas Janrith
Sextonite Florosome III's wealth. After I.R. came of age he
too married a very beautiful woman and they lived happily ever after
until he was offered gum.
The Moral:
Spread
kindness folks. It's the right thing to do.
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