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We Don't Need Oxygen

Stephen Tucker

We met this fellow at the airport who had a large dagger of a nose and halitosis. He booked his holiday, right there and then, over the Internet. He phoned his wife and told her he was going on holiday for a week and then got on the plane. Just like that.

I don't know what she said.

He slept beside the pool because he was too drunk to walk up to his room. He went over to Skiathos for three days where he had sex with a couple of birds. Then he came back to the island and carried on sleeping by the pool inbetween drinking cheap ouzo and eating olives and feta. He bought 200 cigarettes for his wife.

I don't know what she said.

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August, 2001
Issue #64

128 Words