A Choose your own story for grown-ups
There once was a man named Al. Al was a tax accountant. He went to work every day at Jones, Smith and Brown where he added numbers and looked for loopholes. Al drove to work every day in his blue car that he had named “Ed”. He had brown hair and dressed neatly. He lived in a small house in a friendly neighborhood. Al was not handsome but not hideous. Al was not an idiot but not a genius. Al went to work everyday and liked to have fun with his friends on the weekends. Al was average. Al was ordinary. Al was normal.
The Adventures of Al the Average
A Choose your own story for grown-ups
There once was a man named Al. Al was a tax accountant. He went to work every day at Jones, Smith and Brown where he added numbers and looked for loopholes. Al drove to work every day in his blue car that he had named “Ed”. He had brown hair and dressed neatly. He lived in a small house in a friendly neighborhood. Al was not handsome but not hideous. Al was not an idiot but not a genius. Al went to work everyday and liked to have fun with his friends on the weekends. Al was average. Al was ordinary. Al was normal.
Al Al’s car named Ed
Al had a cat named Blackie and a fern that was slowly dying. Blackie liked to chase paper balls around the house when he wasn’t lying on Al’s clean laundry. The fern was dying because Al watered it once every two months whether it needed it or not.
Al’s Cat Blackie Dying Fern . . . no Blackie is not pooping on the dying fern
Al lived in a small house on
One quiet Saturday Al woke up, ate breakfast, showered, and brushed his teeth. After all of that activity Al was ready for a break so he decided to relax with his favorite magazine, “Popular Science”. Just as Al was getting interested in an article on carrots as an alternative energy source the door bell rang. Al sighed and put down the magazine. It was his friend Gloria. Al and Gloria had started kindergarten together and had been friends ever since Gloria had defended Al’s right to eat the lead from his pencil. Gloria worked at a flower shop and had often expressed great concern about the welfare of Al’s fern.
Al’s friend Gloria
Gloria had tried to remind Al to water the fern but he always forgot. She blamed him for the unnecessary pain it was suffering. It was one of the few things that Al and Gloria did not agree upon.
If Gloria has a big surprise . . . turn to page 2




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