Little dog chasing his own tail

There was a little dog who was chasing his own tail - around and around in circles, he went.

A kind dog came by and saw and shook her head and thought, poor little dog, he is so busy chasing his tail that he has no chance to think about what he was doing. I remember, when I was a puppy, I was like that too.

A merciful dog came by and saw and shook her head and shouted, "Hey little dog, stop for a moment and think about what you're doing and if it is worth your while at all!" This distracted the little dog who stopped to see who was talking to him, he cocked his head to one side and looked like he was thinking, but he actually just wanted to scratch his balls, which he did, before chasing his tail again.

A third dog, who was lazing in a corner, amusing herself watching the little dog amuse himself, snorted a snort and thought, the very reason why the little dog is chasing his tail, is that he cannot think - that he doesn't have the cognitive ability to consider his actions - in the first place.

Emotional Blackmail

There was a woman who emotionally blackmailed a man into having sex with her. After a few times, she was impregnated, and she emotionally blackmailed him into letting her keep the baby and to move in with her. When she was a few months from the due-delivery of her baby, she emotionally blackmailed the man into marrying her. Of course, all along the way, she would constantly emotionally blackmail the man to get her way in every little way.

When the baby was born, it turned out that he was a little monster.

He had six limbs and an upside down face - his eyes were nearest to his neck and his mouth nearer the top of his bald head that was made of blueberry cheese cake - as was the rest of his body - and to match, he was covered in blueberry jam and a fine film of water - like condensation from being taken out of refrigeration too long ago - except that the water was probably salty and more like the perspiration of a fat labourer at the end of the day - which was not how he smelled like, though - He smelled like clean rotten durian yogurt mixed in with a little of how babies' shit would smell like. He had claws like that of a parrot's instead of hands and fingers. He had a tail like that of a rat's. And he had a piece of steamed yam for his little stick of a dick.

When he came out of his mother, the delivery nurse screamed and cried and felt so guilty for dropping the baby that she jumped out of the window - they were at the 23rd storey of the building - and died from the fall.

The little monster stretched a little and yawned and danced a sneaky dance to his mother's side - it was a miracle because he could walk and knew his way about - and strangled her with the umbilical cord - still attached to the womb.

(sneak.)

The Overworked Girl

There was a girl who graduated from somewhere on a bad economic year, so she had to take up a job offer which wasn't that great and had long hours, and she had to appreciate it.

So, she worked and worked, and gradually her hand and her legs and her lower back and her shoulders started aching. At first, she didn't think of much, perhaps it was just having to accustom to the long hours of computer usage. Then she wondered if it was carpal tunnel syndrome or something. Then she saw in the news that some other overworking girl died overworking, so on the third day of consecutive late nights at work, after she threw up in the office because of, she concluded, her disrupted circadian rhythm, she decided to quit her job. After all, come to think of it, it wasn't like her family was dependent on her income to sustain the livelihood at all. With the savings she saved up from the past year of over-working, she decided to go to the doctors to fix her ailments.

The doctor tested her blood, and found a large amount of aluminium in her blood, which was unusual, since aluminium wasn't usually found in the blood. From the x-rays in her arm and ailing physical parts, they found blood clots, and decided that it was bad blood circulation.

Until one day, she "accidentally" slit her wrists and was sent to the hospital, they found out that the accumulation at her ailing portions was not due to bad blood circulation but that aluminium was coating her veins a bit, and she was actually transforming into a machine. The transformation was permanent and it was irreversible. The doctors recommended her to this underground workshop, should she require any servicing. From their personal experiences, this particular workshop's servicing was reasonably priced and the repair crew was knowledgeable - as they figured out how the machinery works from their own personal experiences. They used to be biochemists.

Grandmother (4)

外婆说， 当我们遇到挫折的时候，我们不可以说: "惨了!" 或者 "死了!" 之类不吉利的话.
因为这些话会衰.
如果有需要, 应该说:"发了!" 或者 "恭喜了!" 之类 的吉利话.