The Author's Hangout Vending Machine

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but Mrs. Robinson is still hung over...hey-hey-hey...

I put in four in the morning...tapped out...yawning...longing my life away...

And you get an anonimouse ranting about the lack of realism in the erotic horror fantasy he just read.


I put in a fifth of rum.
 
But instead of a fun, light-hearted romp through time, you get five years for smuggling coke...

I put in a Morlock...

and you get a stanley steamer

I put in a girl in her pajamas who needs to be ready for date in under an hour...
 
and you get a stanley steamer

I put in a girl in her pajamas who needs to be ready for date in under an hour...

And you get a confused woman who cannot decide what to wear. . . .



I put in a bottle of Bath Oil
 
And it doesn't matter which way you go

I put in a piles of leaves

... and Snoopy jumps right in.
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I put in a miniature grand piano...
 
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and the Sock Monster gets very angry.


I put in mismatched shoes.

and, in return, you get the story about the lady who wore a brown shoe and blue shoe to work one day. They were even the same type of shoe. One was flat and one had a heel. Silly day at work that day.

I put in a half slip and no skirt.
 
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