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My brother keeps preaching his stupid philosophy all day and all night, often to himself. It just doesn't end. He's so pushy. Sometimes I want to take him by the neck and
shook him until all the loose change fell out. Then,
faster than a blink of an eye, a hand caught the coins. It belonged to
Sarah Brightman! I was shocked. I'd been waiting for a chance to meet her and this was it. When I returned it to her, she was so grateful, she
ran out into the street screaming with joy and laughter and got run over by a double decker bus. oh dear,
the story has to end here... I have to go to the toilet.
