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Norm's BBQ

Imagine a guy inviting 15 people over
for a BBQ, he buys one 8 pack of
hotdogs, then he gets a 6 pack of buns
and make his way to the register.
Fast forward and the 8 dogs are on the
grill, the 6 buns are open and waiting.
15 people show up. 7 of those people
notice the 8 dogs and 6 buns and
know they don't want any of that,
they're even questioning why they're
there in the first place. They knew better.
The other 8 people make their  
way towards the dogs and buns,  
this is where it gets interesting when it
gets down to the last 2 buns and 4 dogs,
Norm gets excited, and watches.
The ones who will fight over that bun  
will be the ones he can manipulate.
The ones who didn't go for any food,
Norm knows he wont be able to get
over on them.  
It's one of the weirdest psychological
games I've ever had the displeasure of
If you'd fight for his meager offerings
then he could get you to do dirt,  
anyone with any self respect wouldn't
have eaten anything.  
Norm at that time drove a Rolls Royce
Ghost so yeah he's a total piece of shit.
I hope one day he stumbles across this.
Maybe I changed the name to protect the guilty, or maybe I didn't. Some will
know, most won't.  
Written by nikkimoe
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I was this dudes secratary and personal assistant for years.
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