Start laughing and laughing and laughing for no good reason
You laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh lan laluhg haluhlaufalsufh and he was screaming, this boy, in the middle of the road. He'd been there all day. He looked a bit like your son, you thought, but your son would have been at school by now. You looked out your window at him. There was something you loved about -
You stop and think that something is amiss, and then remember about how your house is some sort of one room mobius strip. Ah yes. Well, anyway.
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Just Chatting 
"I love this story- any path I choose makes me laugh about something or other."
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"Strange"
Just Chatting "This is such a sad story!"
Just Chatting "How do I hook up with those lezzers on the right."
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"FYI - edit is available to the posts's author for 1 hour after a post is made, UNLESS someone's already branched it. If that's already happened, you're out of luck. ;)"
Just Chatting "It's a good thing there's an edit button then, Radlord (it appears on the top right but does not appear if there are any branches leading off of your post)"
Just Chatting "I may need an edit button soon, lest I make even more of an arse of myself with my awful spelling and typing."
Just Chatting "Hmm, those super long song lyrics with no punctuation are foiling my random excerpter. I'll have to do a little tweaking there. :)"
Just Chatting "you see the child smile for the first time*"
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was posted on January 3, 2008 by
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