Small adage of minor woe
Tuesday, May 10th, 2005 at 2313What follows, might be an account of a man who had nothing to do with a horse. See, he mistook his phone receiver for a chicken. Dismayed by its constant crowing and lack of eggy produce, he tired fast. Damn you, the man postulated, all day you sit on that boat shaped egg and you don’t move, you don’t move! I’ll take you in the night, slayed the poor beast he did and fried it. After plucking from it its one wirey feather into the pan! Melt.
Odd, thought the man, that the chicken should have melted. He picked up his phone and tried to dial for the place was alight and wilting fast. Quite a shock, that.
R u on drugs?
I don’t drink or do drugs dude. I was using glyphosphate weedkiller in the garden this morning, but unless it 1) Has a psychadelic effect and 2) can send its effect back through time, I doubt it made a difference.
You don’t drink!!! What? Anything? Isn’t that a bit dangerous?
Mars bars .. I’ll bet it was Mars bars !!!