Day 16...10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?
Day 17...Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver and he is now suing me for a million dollars for beating him within an inch of his life. The wife went home to her mother. 9" predicted.
Day 18...I set fire to what's left of the house. No more shoveling.
Day 19...Feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?
(The end)
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