"This right here is what you call a Powder
- "This right here is what you call a Powder Keg." Said stupid Billy. God I couldn't stand him. Everytime we went out we got into trouble. He pointed his .357 at the jet fuel tank
- . I remembered his last words. "Hey, guys watch this." Where he got a gun on the tarmac I will never know. The 747 went up in a fireball along with Billy. I dove behind the luggage
- cart and tried to squeeze underneath as the jumbo jet returned to the taxiway in many more pieces than is usual. I hoped some official person was watching protocol being shattered
- because I relished knowing that protocol was being shattered in front of some official person. My hate for protocols, officials, and authority in general turned me into
- a hairy baboon. I would show my blue behind to everyone who tried to boss me around. If I was particularly annoyed, I'd shriek at a high pitch, bursting the eardrums of petty burea
- -ucrats and practical businessgods, all full of sturm and drang, alike. The power was intoxicating! And my blue butt, so beautiful -- so infatuating. I began taking ass-selfies
- And making paintings from these blue tinted photos. Blue Man Group was interested in using them as props onstage. I was stunned and accepted the offer. I needed money badly.
- Thus began my Blue Period. It baffled my doctors all that summer. They pricked me, they prodded me, they even turned a blind eye when my blues tended to get flowery and tending to
- the blue flower garden bored the doctors. They feigned blindness to avoid the weeding. But they could see, all right. They could see me fading away in a patch of blue, like a
- silent blue wave drifting far from the shoreline. Finally a drunk nurse threw up on me. I was cure and in joy agree to marry the 600 lbs nurse. We have 2 kids and a dog name Hurk.
- Started
- 2012-03-04 00:20:29
- Finished
- 2017-04-05 18:25:15
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SlimWhitman Apr 06 2017 @ 17:57
"Here Hurk Hurk Hurk!" Works for me.