&quot;Tell me again, why we are dumpster diving?&quot; Stanley asked. &quot;Too many nuts in the sack, Bruno&quot;, Sam quipped. Unlike Sam, the truth somehow evaded my ex-wife for years. Multiple Personality is what the psychiatrists call it. After a while she could no longer deny I was just plain crazy with a capital C. &quot;I'm not Bruno,&quot; Stanley huffed as he pulled us into the dumpster. &quot;I don't care if you’re Britney Freakin' Spears! Just find us some food, you bunch of knob-gobblers&quot;, someone from the back blurted out. Stanley squealed when we found the bullet-riddled body behind one of the trash bags. He passed out completely when we saw the severed hand holding a gun; everyone was relieved we hadn’t all passed out with him. “So, what’s this guy have on him”, Bruno asked. &quot;A wallet&quot;, I said as I checked the body, “and credit cards.&quot; &quot;So, where's this guy taking us to dinner?&quot;, Toby asked. &quot;Anywhere Visa is accepted&quot;, I responded as we climbed out of the dumpster. &quot;Finally&quot;, he said. 2008-08-31T23:34:43Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29912 <p>ha ha! freaky! I wouldn&#8217;t be brave enough to rip off the wallet, but then i wouldn&#8217;t be that hungry either&#8230;</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/29912?basename=90601 2008-08-31T23:34:43Z Mistress Elsha Hawk http://ficlets.com/authors/mistress_elsha_hawk <p>nice sequel. i liked it so much i sequeled it.</p> <p>5 stars.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/29912?basename=90597 2008-08-31T23:03:58Z Punkin http://ficlets.com/authors/user_2537