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The Nigerian Scientist then pointed at gigantic

  • The Nigerian Scientist then pointed at gigantic button down front pockets on the coat. "The large pockets can contain 3 liters of milk each, for when he starts lactating."
  • Ha! And people said there's no such thing as a Nigerian Prince Scientist. But after our Skype call, knew the Prince was legit and I'd make a killing with his lactating coat idea.
  • I had no idea that due to a simple linguistic misinterpretation, I had actually agreed to become a farmer of lactating Nigerian goats for the Peace Corps. I boarded the plane, read
  • a Mary Kate and Ashley book my niece left in my car, and my balls sank up inside of my torso. I knew I was ready to kill. I took a hold of my trusted machete “Ol Reliable“ and went
  • hacking through the bush. But I got lost & my machete killed no-one. Two weeks later my balls hadn't reappeared. They'd gone feral & the scan located them in my left armpit. Deeply
  • troubled, I grew testy in my discomfort. Not only that, I was still lost in the dark & treacherous bush. I tried following the river, thinking I might come across a friendly tribe.
  • I did. They made me an honorary tribe member. They taught me… nothing really. I left two years later, still lost in the dark and treacherous bush and covered in scars and tattoos.
  • I found myself in a hailstorm of epic proportions, and had to stop driving. I went to a 24 hour restaurant and played scrabble with another guy there. Then I went home and slept.
  • By home I mean the motel across the street.Conditions prevented a return to the road.There was no free room & I slept in the lobby.The next morning I found scrabble letters spellin
  • g "No no I clean." and "Go home". No doubt, the message was written from the Mexican cleaning lady, giving him dirty cuts every now and then; for sneezing on her duster and mop.

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