The Hogs of Entropy 0813

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The Hogs of Entropy

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        Oh, heavens! thought Mr. Orange Gleason as he awoke to the clock's 
 face reading 10:00am.  Sunlight streamed though his bedroom window.  He 
 rolled out of bed, stood up and streached. 

        He smiled.  It was a Saturday and he didn't want to be late. 

        Mr. Gleason enjoyed his days off from work.  Although he worked hard 
 and was repected, he stil considered it hard.  What made it bareable from 
 him was the county fair that occured every summer. 

        As a young boy, Mr. Gleason loved to ride all of the wild rides, to 
 eat all of the greasy junk food and to have fun with his friends. 
     
        His hands twisted the shower faucet and soon he was engulfed in a 
 good, hot shower.  The steam bilowed up and filled the bathroom. 

        As he grew older much remained the same at the fair, but added to 
 that was his interest in the young ladies that ran some of the booths. 
 Sometimes taking notice of a particular cute attendant and play the game at 
 her booth.  Although he was a bit clumsy, he would often be charming enough 
 to get a phone number and maybe a date. 

        He dragged razor across his face careful not to cut himself.  Slowly, 
 he removed the last day's growth from his face. 

        After washing off the razor, he moved to his toothbrush and tooth 
 paste. 

        Once, during a summer back from college, he was attracted to a 
 brunette at the basketball booth.  It was a slow day and not many were 
 playing the games. 

        As a pure surprise, the brunette took him behind the stands during a 
 break. 

        Now, casually dressed, Mr. Gleason sat in his car.  He raised the 
 keys into the ignition and started the car. 

        He looked into the mirror and thought to himself, today is going to 
 be just like old times. 

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