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| By tat_2man | ||||||||||||
| 03 July 2006 | ||||||||||||
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This is an adult oriented story almost Stephen Kingish.  Bob He had a normal life 9 to 5 job, a nagging wife and two kids. Average guy for an average life. He went to church and mowed the yard on Sundays. He waved to his neighbors and talked of the weather. But there was something wrong not with his life or any of the before mentioned. You see Bob is actually crazy. Bob had been a good child while growing up well behaved and very adult like in manner. His parents were very proud of this but they never told Bob. He never rebelled like that mean Tommy Arness down the street. Bob did his schoolwork and passed his classes. Mediocre is a good way of describing his childhood. The only little bump was when the family dog disappeared. Tiffy the poodle disappeared and the family searched for hours to no avail. No one asked Bob where Tiffy was. Bob knew. Tiffy liked to bark at Bob and Bob had had enough. Bob went to the garage got a gas can and went to visit Tiffy. He watched her burn for about 15 minutes. Just watched. No one ever found out where Tiffy had gone. Bob’s boss was an overbearing egotist and liked having Bob as an underling. You see Bob was a Yes Man. He mercilessly bossed Bob around knowing Bob never said no. Bob had never said no to anyone in his life. His parents, Wife, Boss, Minister, and children all took advantage of him. And Bob held his anger in and smiled. You see he had an outlet. An outlet in his basement. The basement was off limits to everyone except Bob. He tinkered down there and they all were too busy to wonder. Bob had one passion one driving force in his life. Used condoms. That’s right I said used condoms. He collected them. It started innocently enough when he was 8. He found a condom on the street and picked it up. His Mother freaked and screamed about how dirty and disgusting used condoms are. That started his obsession. Bob walked a lot not for exercise but looking to add to his collection. He had 35 at last count. Bob sat in the basement touching his precious condoms all the while mumbling. You see Bob would mumble what he had wanted to say to his Wife or Boss. “No you cold hearted bitch you take out the trash.” “No Mr. Boss Man I will not do your work for you. I hope you DIE!!!” All the while touching and sniffing his used condoms. This was his outlet, his only joy. This went on for a few years until after a brutal day at work Bob came home. He listened to his Wife ramble on about the church’s rummage sale. Not really hearing her until she said something about condoms. “I went through the junk in the basement and found a box of what looked like condoms. I just threw that stuff away.” Bobs left eye twitched. He then calmly walked to the knife block drew out the butcher knife and stabbed his wife 53 times. After that he decided he was going back to work. Luckily his Boss was “working late” with his secretary. His secretary had bullied Bob also. As Bob came torwards them his Boss stood up with his pants down to his knees and ordered Bob to leave. Then he saw the knife and Bobs eyes. With the first swing Bob almost decapitated his Boss. The secretary tried to run but did not get far. Someone heard the screams and called 911. By the time they got there Bob was walking out of the office. Immediately they drew their weapons and ordered Bob to lie down on the ground. Bob did not want to take any more orders from anyone. Then he looked on the ground and there was a used condom. Bob smiled.
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