
He was gone in an instant with nary a scream.
A belch of smoke... and the house returned to waiting...
For it was Christmas Eve and the chimney was hungry.
Bits and pieces that may become stand-up comedy for me, sketches for TROOP!, audio bits, future articles, etc. Think of it as a peek inside my notebook. Minus the doodles. Brain throw-up, if you will. All material is Copyright Steve Sabellico... suckers.

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