dankpelt said what

Reading this means you're at least smart enough to go down to Kentucky, show them fire, and be their god.

6.17.2004

The start of the most ridiculous story ever

There was a time when this would have seemed funny to him.
He had, after all, blown his nose more times than he could count... he could even remember (or thought he could) his mother holding the tissue stubbornly over his nose until he finally relented, blowing halfheartedly into the sterile-smelling white void. This was different. This was now, he was an adult, and he had no matronly hand guiding the tissue to and from his face. It was all up to him, and there was a problem. A big problem. It started to happen a week previous to the day the creature arrived. As he lay on the dew-peppered morning grass of the local park, he tried to recall how it started.

2 Comments:

  • At 2:52 AM, Blogger dank said…

    So, feel free to contunue this, anyone. Titties.

     
  • At 7:10 PM, Blogger CopperTopp said…

    But even thought at this point was so excruciating he could tell he had lost control if even for a moment, and it was bad. As he rose from the grass the dew stuck all his clothing to his back, which was by now the least of his worries. Feeling woozy he tried to walk to the closest bench to have a seat and try and regain his composure. His mind was still fuzzy, but he did remember something about a large man, two fuzzy dice, and his third grade music teacher.

     

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