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Stumpage Reports
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Friday, March 26, 2004 :::
For lack of anything in my own life to blog about, here's a true story a friend told the other night. The two other people with us and the Waffle House waitress were spellbound . . .
The Dead Baby
Didn't you guys know I used to dig graves? One time we had to dig up a baby. It had been buried in one part of the cemetery with the other babies, but the mother had bought a plot so we had to move it. We dug it up and the coffin looked like a styrofoam beer cooler.
The guy I was with said, "Do you wanna look?"
I said, "Whaa . . . "
He said, "Do you want look at the dead baby? I know a guy that did once. He never forgot it. He said it looked like one of those dried apple faces."
I thought about it. I kinda wanted to look. I'd probably never had another chance to see something like that. I thought: would I rather be sorry I looked or sorry I didn't look? I decided I'd rather be sorry I didn't look, so I didn't. It ended up we reburied the baby in the wrong place. So we went back the next day and I had to go through the whole thing again.
You know, that was a really good job.
Epilogue:
Tamisha (the waitress): Man, I woulda looked.
Us: Really?!?
Tamisha: Yeah, I like disgusting stuff.
Storyteller: You should see him naked. (Points to one of us)
::: posted by tom at 8:06 AM
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