“Aaaaargh!!! You just punctured my eye you rotten little drunk,” screamed Cyclops, the old dartboard at the pub. “I guess they will only realise my pain when I bleed. Agnostic infidels. I think I might as well just hang myself to death. Oh, I already am hanging. Somebody tighten the noose for god’s sake!” Silence. Snap. “Oops, the wrong head. Sorry nail.”
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I gently removed the four darts adorning the board in the corridor, as no one hurts it anymore. Its pain eased, now it can watch the drama of my life like a painting on the wall. Why, thank you!
@Sridevi
One's misery is another one's joy. The show must go on. :)
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