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Like most people in Hammond, you have probably noticed a basic driving practice that is often forgotten by daily commuters. Somewhere along the lines, people managed to disregard the existence of the turn signals that all cars are equipped with, leading one to believe that perhaps they are unnecessary. The problem is that they are without a doubt imperative to courteous and – most importantly – safe driving. If I were to hit a car in front of me while driving, it would in most ca...

     I stare at the ceiling, my eyes robbed of focus. Tears slide silently from their confines and track down my sunken cheeks. The bed beneath me creaks half-heartedly as I try to move, but I succeed only in rubbing my raw wounds to the point of bleeding. Cursing the leather straps, my mind falls into panic. Footsteps echo from the hall, but the head restraints prevent me from seeing who it is.      But there's no need to see, I know. I know he has co...

The wombats are coming! Eating the leaves, Climbing the trees.. The wombats are coming! You look at me with that confusion; You find me somewhat amusing, But someday you'll see. When the waves crash And the skies darken, Filling with the... Wombat-y sounds... Oh, you'll know. The gravity of the situation will hit you-- Wham! Bam! Thank you Sam!! But too late, too late... Don't laugh!! The wombats are coming! Are you crazy? Are you mad? Can't you hear the drumming Of so many small feet In the ...

I stood at my mighty tower watching over The Great City of Saucier with my hands on the rails and my book of justice strapped to my back. The sky was grand, and there seemed to be not a butt-raping thing that could change that... but I was to be proven wrong. Just as I picked up their scent, the Multiplying Bunnies of Viagra rushed from the forest, breaking down the fence and attacking the courtyard. They raped everything in sight, and all I could do was watch. When their work was finished th...

I stood at my mighty tower watching over The Great City of Saucier with my hands on the rails and my book of justice strapped to my back. The sky was grand, and there seemed to be not a butt-raping thing that could change that, but I was proven to be wrong. Just as I picked up their sent the Multiplying Bunnies of Viagra rushed from the forest, breaking down the fence and attacking the courtyard. They raped everything in sight, and all I could do was watch. When their work was finished the la...