Jan 28, 2006 00:22
"but there's so much still out there!"
That's what I'm pretty sure the lady dressed as a cockatoo said. Truthfully, I couldn't hear it over the flap-flap-flapping of the ceiling fan. I had stopped paying attention anyway. All that mattered to me was the bee infront of me.
I was killing it, of course. I squeezed it's bizarre yellow and black ass until it burst, squirting it's inner liquids and organs onto my small cup full of beans. flavour.
"It tastes better than sugar." I assured the paper doll beside me.
I had barely begun to eat my beans when Corey Feldman walked in, dragging his old buddy Kiefer Sutherland with him. They told us and the rest of the audience about the time Joel Shumacher forced them to re-enacte the scene from Deliverance. You know which one I'm talking about. As the two celebrities rambled on, the paper doll became rather disgusted as the cow it was masturbating churned out curdled milk.
I think that's what upset the young child that was with us. Either that or the sight of lettuce. I couldn't blame her for being upset at either of those three possibilities, really. So we used our small plastic tasers to send 50,000 volts through the annoying cockatoo's body before we left. Unfortunately not before it confused the butterfly's cocoon for one that belonged to the small child in our company. Stupid bint.
We braved more beans elsewhere. In fact we asked a dead hockey player to provide us with our beans. He accomodated us rather nicely.
It wasn't long until our ragtag band of misfits departed along our seperate journey's for the day. All off down our own personal yellow brick roads.
A shame they lead directly to slaughterhouses. Well, at least for me, anyway.
And yet, somehow, I survived. A miracle that must be discussed some other day.
rabbit hole day,
stories