That was such a great story! I really used every last drop from my creativity well for that one! You know when you drop something and somehow it ends up about a mile from where you dropped it? I hate that. It is such a perplexing phenomena. But don't get me devastatingly wrong, I do not buy in to the conspiracy that these events are mere coincidence, I think the force behind this is far more nefarious. I believe that whenever a person tells a little white lie that eventually turns into a big black lie, a tiny little creature called a Zinoway, scurries to the current residence or location of this person and waits around all day (but do not worry about the Zinoway becoming bored because Zinoways all have iPhones and are very good at picking out fun applications) for the person to accidentally, or purposefully drop something. Once the thing is dropped, the Zinoway quickly picks up the distraught dropped item and swiftly moves it to a ridiculously distant area. Those Zinoways are pesky little fuckers!
So don't go telling lies now, ya hear?

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