He kicked the peg and the air filled with

He kicked the peg and the air filled with expectorant. He always held his breath when the toilet flushed, wishing he could change his clothes too. Some amount swirled into the air
or at least that's what he was told by his neat freak fiancee. She said if you flush a typhoon of particulate fecal matter shoots up if you don't put the lid down. There was no
research or evidential circumstance to back up these typhoon stories but there was also no way he was gonna get any from the future Mrs. Dykeson if he left the lid up. The only
problem was, the lid was now permanently affixed to the back of the bowl because of the 3 ounces of cyanoacrylate glue he had spilled earlier. His secret crush on the Dyke would
have to wait, this experiment had global consequences. How could he now prize open the lid? He decided to combine so,e bubble mix with
yeast, sugar, warm water, and a little flour, maybe a sourdough starter could build up enough pressure to blow the lid off. If this experiment worked Global warming might be a
good enough reason to make one want to save the planet. Who knew it would be that easy, but wait a minute - we don't know the proportion of sugar, yeast or flour.
Hince we went to the Himalayas to seek out the recipe for the Cosmos. Our guides led across a many a steep peak until we arrived at a small hut. Sherpa Boi Yardee was waiting.
He explained that our galaxy is a giant plate of gaseous ravioli bathed in special milky way sauce. Sherpa Boi Yardee served us a bowl of spaghetti & took us on an astral journey
where we somehow ended up sharing a big bowl of custard and fish fingers with the Doctor, watching the ravioli ravel outside from the viewing screen of the Tardis.

Started: 2011-02-23 19:10:24
Finished: 2011-06-19 12:54:55

0 Comments

Want to leave a comment?