There's nothing like a good bowl of chicken
- There's nothing like a good bowl of chicken noodle soup when the wind is howling outside. I ladled out an extra-large helping and sat down to savor it, when I heard a knock at the
- door. "Who on earth would be out in this weather?" I wondered. Leaving my soup somewhat ruefully I went over to the door and peered through the fisheye. Standing before me was
- Wierd Al Yankovic. He pulled out a flamethrower and pointed it at me. "DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE VIRUS IS?!?!" He yelled angrily. I just said, "You can't burn me in the rain!" Then he
- chortled like a goat man with balloons and got out his sparkly scythe and
- gave it a good polish. It had been so long since he got out the sparkly schythe...OH NO HE USED THE LARGE GRIT POLISH AND TOOK OFF ALL THE SPARKLE! THIS IS A CATASTROPHE
- Death stopped whistling, "I'm gonna kill someone for this!" So he went out a took care of a few overdue souls on his list, but without the sparkle in his scythe it wasn't the same.
- So Death did the unthinkable. He hung up his scythe and laid down to rest. He closed his eyes for just a moment. Upon opening them, he felt refreshed. Peeking into the World he saw
- people gasp in agonized pain, soldiers choking on blood, the sad repressed by eternal ennui. With Death retired they couldn't die, so an angel & a demon decided to restore balance.
- And so everything started again. We could find rich and poor, famous and complete strangers, happy and unhappy people... This was the "balance" needed by humans.
- They saw that the balance was good. And they understood that they need a balance. And everything came to normal again. THE END
- Started
- 2011-04-23 09:56:55
- Finished
- 2012-04-26 15:28:48
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Zetawilk Apr 27 2012 @ 02:18
Foolish humans. This balance is the very source of their unhappiness.