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Bar Marver

MY VALENTINES WISH

Debbie Anderson was a vibrant and lively woman, but luck had never been on her side in love. After four years of commitment, her boyfriend betrayed her—with an excuse that shattered her. “You kept your body away from me for four years, and you expect me to lie next to you every night without doing anything? Come on, Debbie. I’m a man. I have feelings.” What he never knew was that Debbie had been waiting for the perfect moment—a special day meant just for the two of them. Valentine’s Day. But fate was cruel, and that was the very day he chose to cheat on her. Heartbroken and furious, Debbie made a reckless decision. That night, she stormed into a bar, drowning her pain in alcohol. As the drinks took hold, she turned to the bartender and asked boldly, “Do you know any hot man who’d sleep with me tonight? I don’t care who he is. I don’t have money, I don’t have a job, but I promise him one thing—he will never regret it because I am a virgin.” The moment the words left her lips, heads turned. A murmur spread through the crowd. Men exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. A virgin? They wondered what it would feel like to be with her, and one by one, they stepped forward, eager to fulfill her wish. But Debbie wasn’t impressed. She scoffed at their advances. “You’re not handsome,” she told them bluntly. Then, just as she was about to walk away, a deep, confident voice cut through the air. “Do you see anyone in this city as handsome as I am?” She turned to see a man leaning against the bar, smirking at her. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s make this night unforgettable.”
Nelpresh · 598 Views

I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!!
KhyaaL · 8.5K Views
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