There are few ways to leave your mark long

There are few ways to leave your mark long after you are dead. You can be a conqueror, a great philosopher, or you can write something for posterity. With these few words, I leave

wormhole that was forming in my garage, "Hey! come back here, my Netflix needs fixing too!" so I jumped after the acrobat/repairman, and fell for what seemed an eternity, I landed

in a movie theatre. "No!! Must.. watch.. Basic Instinct at my own p(l)ace.." The wormhole appeared over Sharon Stone during a memorable scene and I jumped in. "Am I in a womb now?"

One thing was sure: that was not a wormhole. Everything was slippery and moist. Very dark. It smelled a bit like guava, but with heavy iron overtones. Suddenly a large cylinder

poked out of the slippery hole. Inside the cylinder was chocolate gold coins, a set of house keys, a walkie-talkie, a torch and a packet of beef flavoured chewing gum. The smell

of the cylinder was not unlike the very Pringles you ate this morning. You plop the beef flavored chewing gum in your mouth and light your torch, you walk ominously into the deep

, dark and bloody ground. Many moons ago Native Americans referred to this land as "kaintuckee," but today it's simply known as "Thelma."

"Roger?" The lipid laden tour guide squinted. He saw her. "Louise?" A red head in a fanny pack went to the front of the line. Roger touched her cheek. They Embraced. The tour group

Gasped upon watching the unlikely reunion. "Oh my", she said. " Finally what I have been waiting for all my life. When will you ever be on time? My bunions need to be incised!