A pogo stick in the bush is worth little to a mushroom with a face.
I walked to England today to seek my fortune. I just ended up wet and very tired. At least it only took me 5 hours to get there and back. I don’t think I’ll be doing that again.
On a slightly more obscure tangent, I trekked into a forest for no particular reason. About and hour into the trek I came upon a tiny house. It couldn’t have been bigger than a bathroom stall. I stayed there for a while soaking up the very small ambience. Then some Jehovah’s witnesses showed up so I invited them in.
After a short introduction, I told them I would be right back with some coffee. I jumped out the one window, and absolutely drenched the hut in kerosene. I proceeded to toss what was left of my cigarette into the broken window. With any luck at least one of them was one of the 144,000.
I warmed myself by the conflagration for a moment then continued on.
A mile or so later I found myself in a glade. All around me were very large mushrooms. I would have stopped to collect a few, but something caught my attention. A large turtle shell in the middle of the glade.
I circled the shell a few times then climbed atop it. Just as I was ready to lie down and have a nap, the shell rose into the air. Looking down I could see an elephant’s head and legs protruding from underneath. At this point the creature began lumbering forward.
Hours past, when suddenly the creature came to a stop amongst some rocks. Slowly, it retreated within its shell. It was then that I decided to begin making my way home.
Not really knowing where I was or which way I should go, I simply began walking straight ahead. I used my feline grace to navigate the rocks when suddenly I came upon a sign that read: Vote for John Hewitt, “The Conservative Choice.” I pondered for a moment then concluded that it was in everyone’s best interest to conserve the resources used to make the sign and I chose to recycle it.
Standing up from the fresh mound of dirt in which I had just buried John Hewitt’s sad cry for attention, I came face to face with a deer. The deer then winked at me and said, “you saved the forest I will grant you one wish.”
I stared for a moment and replied, “I wish I knew how you can talk.” The deer explained that he was magic then erupted in flame and laughed maniacally.
Another wish squandered,
Dwayne
On a slightly more obscure tangent, I trekked into a forest for no particular reason. About and hour into the trek I came upon a tiny house. It couldn’t have been bigger than a bathroom stall. I stayed there for a while soaking up the very small ambience. Then some Jehovah’s witnesses showed up so I invited them in.
After a short introduction, I told them I would be right back with some coffee. I jumped out the one window, and absolutely drenched the hut in kerosene. I proceeded to toss what was left of my cigarette into the broken window. With any luck at least one of them was one of the 144,000.
I warmed myself by the conflagration for a moment then continued on.
A mile or so later I found myself in a glade. All around me were very large mushrooms. I would have stopped to collect a few, but something caught my attention. A large turtle shell in the middle of the glade.
I circled the shell a few times then climbed atop it. Just as I was ready to lie down and have a nap, the shell rose into the air. Looking down I could see an elephant’s head and legs protruding from underneath. At this point the creature began lumbering forward.
Hours past, when suddenly the creature came to a stop amongst some rocks. Slowly, it retreated within its shell. It was then that I decided to begin making my way home.
Not really knowing where I was or which way I should go, I simply began walking straight ahead. I used my feline grace to navigate the rocks when suddenly I came upon a sign that read: Vote for John Hewitt, “The Conservative Choice.” I pondered for a moment then concluded that it was in everyone’s best interest to conserve the resources used to make the sign and I chose to recycle it.
Standing up from the fresh mound of dirt in which I had just buried John Hewitt’s sad cry for attention, I came face to face with a deer. The deer then winked at me and said, “you saved the forest I will grant you one wish.”
I stared for a moment and replied, “I wish I knew how you can talk.” The deer explained that he was magic then erupted in flame and laughed maniacally.
Another wish squandered,
Dwayne