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SacTown Chronic · 03-12-2005, 10:00 AM

Well, there's this....

I'll never forget it as long as I live. It was 1986, or maybe 1987, I don't really remember.

Dad and I, living the sweet bachelor life, were eating tv dinners and watching the local evening news when all hell broke loose. An unfortunate asian fellow named Harry Dong was bludgeoned to death by a hammer wielding maniac in the men's bathroom at the UC Davis Medical Center. WHAT?!?!?! Not exactly positive we heard that right, we change the channel to another newscast just to make sure. Yep, a Harry Dong was killed in the men's restroom at the UC Davis Med Center. Dear Lord, that's terrible! So why are me and dad rolling around the living room laughing our asses off? 'Cause we're sick, that's why.

The rest of our evening was spent going from channel to channel just to watch the reporters faces as they gave the victim's name to a horrified public. Every mention of Harry Dong brought fresh gales of laughter from the peanut gallery. If I ever end up in hell, I'll know it's because of our disgusting behaviour that day.

I really, really wish my story ended there but it doesn't. The next morning dad and I literally raced out the front door to get a newspaper. Both of us dying to be the first one to see the name "Harry Dong" in print. Of course, the paper brought on another round of schoolgirl giggly semi-hysteria from this two man, hell-bound family. For weeks (years?) after, one of us would say "Did you hear that Harry Dong died in the men's room?" and the belly laughs would start all over again.

There. Now you know my shame. I suddenly feel the need for a shower.

03-12-2005, 10:00 AM	#4
SacTown Chronic the myth of the dream Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 2,217	Well, there's this.... I'll never forget it as long as I live. It was 1986, or maybe 1987, I don't really remember. Dad and I, living the sweet bachelor life, were eating tv dinners and watching the local evening news when all hell broke loose. An unfortunate asian fellow named Harry Dong was bludgeoned to death by a hammer wielding maniac in the men's bathroom at the UC Davis Medical Center. WHAT?!?!?! Not exactly positive we heard that right, we change the channel to another newscast just to make sure. Yep, a Harry Dong was killed in the men's restroom at the UC Davis Med Center. Dear Lord, that's terrible! So why are me and dad rolling around the living room laughing our asses off? 'Cause we're sick, that's why. The rest of our evening was spent going from channel to channel just to watch the reporters faces as they gave the victim's name to a horrified public. Every mention of Harry Dong brought fresh gales of laughter from the peanut gallery. If I ever end up in hell, I'll know it's because of our disgusting behaviour that day. I really, really wish my story ended there but it doesn't. The next morning dad and I literally raced out the front door to get a newspaper. Both of us dying to be the first one to see the name "Harry Dong" in print. Of course, the paper brought on another round of schoolgirl giggly semi-hysteria from this two man, hell-bound family. For weeks (years?) after, one of us would say "Did you hear that Harry Dong died in the men's room?" and the belly laughs would start all over again. There. Now you know my shame. I suddenly feel the need for a shower. __________________ Is it the fingers, or the brain that you're teaching a lesson?
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