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That lingering smell of death coming from the space between your crawlspace and attic.

Little Johnny's Horrific Tales Of Mirth part 4

by HM
3-21-04


	So one time....my family and I were on vacation, driving to go see the Grand Canyon or some shit. Anywho, we stopped at a motel for the night.


	I begged and begged to get my own room. Finally, after hours of crying and pleading, my sucker parents gave in to my demands.


	It was a good thing too...they never would have kept the dead hooker in THEIR room.