The next morining i woke up and was pretty hungover from the cow juice. But that was ok, because i didnt know where i was anyway. All that Norweigan sausage can get to ya. Even if it was twelve years old.
Speaking of twelve year olds, Pika Carena rang my doorbell. Now, its 4:15 in the afternoon, and thats way to early to ring my doorbell, so i grabbed my potted troll doll and threw it at her, and laughed as she ran away crying "My eyes, Im blind!!!!!"
I walked over to the icebox to get a remedy for my hangover (more cow juice) and saw a poster stuck to the fridge. It was a poster of the local band playing at Aeries Vampire's joint downtown, the dancing badger with three toes, twelve necks, and a tambourine made of my mothers tentacles. The band consisted of Dangerously tempted (lead crappy vocals), ftstanky (19 and a half string bass), Lil Dark Butterfly (two string guitar and Janet Reno), and Missyterious (three string drums). I decided against it though because they tended to throw humming birds full of dynamite at the crowd.
I dressed in the same thing i had worn for the past seven months. That reminded me to get the corpse out of the washing machine. Stupid donkeys.
I went outside and slipped on the yellow streets again. There was Matrix, using it as a bathroom again. I wonder how many times i can say agian before i get hit with a fish AGAIN.
And again, i get hit with a fish.
I see Heaven, Shooting Star, Sapphire Dolphin, and Star Chazer running down the street, screaming. Then I see Dark Fire chasing them with his pants around his ankles yelling, "SMELL THE RASH, SMELL IT!!!!"
Then behind him comes ICUNurse and Sweetchick209 with Pitchforks yelling "Go back to JAMAICA freak!"
I decided to go to Australia. I hear the Cotton Festival is lovely this time of year. So i went there, played pin the tail on the donkey with a few Aboriginees, took their picture and went home. I kept their loincloths as souvineirs.
By that time my clothes cracked everytime i moved. Stupid donkeys.
Well Chocoholic Ditz was sitting in the airport selling her arsenic filled chocolate again, and i bought some and remarked about the fine taste. "Ahh nothing says 'Go fry some octopus in your own Saliva' like arsenic in the morining" i thought to my self. Then I hit Chocoholic Ditz for selling me fake arsenic. Its funny to watch people cry. Stupid Donkeys.
Then Dark fire walks next to me with a pitchfork stuck in his head. "Hows that rash doing" I ask him.
"Just fine, doctor says its from me licking the shower stalls in the gym" He replies.
He sees an open bag of peanuts in the trash, and dives in to devour them. "I wish i wasnt alergic to peanuts" he says around a mouth full of peanuts. Stupid Donkeys.
He jumps out of the trash can and starts walking away, but, of course, is ran over by the Dutch.
"You killed Dark Fire" yells Lady Raider.
"You Wastrel" screams lita.
They then procede to bludgeon his corpse until its unrecognizeable, then sit on it and yell "Fly magic Carpet Fly"
They were arrested for indecent exposure.
Its been a fun day i think, I'll have to decide what to do with these Aboriginees souls, would they go better with tomatoe or goat cheese?
Stupid Donkeys
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