"Yo dawg, what's crackin'?" Asked Brother
- "Yo dawg, what's crackin'?" Asked Brother Joe to Father Ted. "I was just admiring the great work of Our Lord, brother, isn't it great and miraculous? Isn't it proof that He loves
- corporate corruption?" Father Ted nodded in agreement and handed Brother Joe a spliff. The wealthy elite 1%ers were enjoying the yatch race
- because they were high, otherwise boat races are pretty boring. Brother Joe and Father Ted
- two of the most trustworthy people i know, probably because they're Christians, gave me the key to power up the engine. Needles to say, I have no idea how to drive a boat, so.....
- I bowed my head like my Christian friends told me to & prayed for divine intervention as the boat gathered speed & headed to the open sea. Wherever I ended up would be the place I
- would settle down forever. I was always an outcast, searching for a home. My friends and family had rejected me. The sea--the wide, open sea--was my only friend. I was quite lonely
- And had no way home. I stayed aboard the ship and let the captain steer it wherever it wanted to go. I at least was considered a comrade and part of the staff. How cool was that !?
- But one day the ship's Master at Arms and I got into a disagreement and I stuck him for his persiflage towards me. Beyond winning his enmity I overstayed my welcome with the crew.
- They made me walk the plank, but I bear no ill will toward them. I speak fluent octopus and convinced a passing kraken named Anne to eat them all and carry me safely to shore.
- There I made friends with the local cannibal tribe and for dinner to celebrate my miraculous survival we ate "Bob".
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- 2012-12-08 19:56:04
- Finished
- 2016-10-03 18:20:51
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