But were there rules? If there were rules
- But were there rules? If there were rules who set them? Some of the stories got better when no one followed any rules. Some of the stories got better when the rules were followed.
- Johnny Yuma was a rebel to whom rules didn't apply, when he spoke you listened and as he traveled the west people everywhere listened to him talk about how badass he was.
- He was less impressed by the west than the south. In the south the girls were hotter, and this was important to Johnny Yuma, as were noodles and fried steak. However he didn't let
- the presence of hot girls alone affect his decision. The west offered better restaurants, and that wasn't something to dismiss lightly. West or south, his decision would affect
- the rest of his life. He felt a strong pull to the south, his gut never wronging him before, so it was decided. The journey was a long one, landscapes of once immaculate beauty now
- a gruesome reminder of why god shouldn't eat the leftover burritos after a long nights drinking. Still, the sun peeked
- out from behind the vomit coloured clouds. We waded through the sparkly god spew to place alka seltzer as a libation on the god's altar. There was a mighty roar and a river of
- shimmering, multicolored phlegm, which gurgled out of the god's altar. Was this a sign? wondered the sparkly god worshipers. Certainly it was nothing to sneeze at.
- But I couldn't help myself. I began sneezing uncontrollably as the Phlegm Of The Gods spewed radioactive pollen in all directions. This was it. If I was going to survive,
- I would have to stop breathing. But wait a minute...uh...that would mean I would... Faced with no viable choices for survival, I fulfilled my final desire. I ate a Reese Cup.
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- 2012-06-08 22:48:15
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- 2013-11-05 00:00:41
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KieferSkunk Nov 05 2013 @ 12:57
You know, because "god spew" just happens. ;)