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December 3, 2008
CHRISTMAS PARTY MASSACRE

I decided to go to the Christmas Party this year. I was frightened—psychotically so—but I forced myself to go. Apparently, it's good for one's career.

I started off with two girls I knew. They kept on staring into my eyes. I was witty and I told a lot of clever jokes. The girls laughed and laughed. They wanted to 'step outside' for a bit, so we did.

Finished, we went back inside. The crowd about me was growing. I won a few good arguments. The girls wanted more, more.

I'm telling you, I killed 'em!