En la clase de espanol, todos los dias...

En la clase de espanol, todos los dias...

Donde esta la pistola? Or, to translate, folding stories are to be written in English so everyone understands. We speak in a surrealistic tongue here and then transcribe it.

Donde esta la pistola? Or, to translate, folding stories are to be written in English so everyone understands. We speak in a surrealistic tongue here and then transcribe it.

Donde esta la pistola? Or, to translate, folding stories are to be written in English so everyone understands. We speak in a surrealistic tongue here and then transcribe it.

Donde esta la pistola? Or, to translate, folding stories are to be written in English so everyone understands. We speak in a surrealistic tongue here and then transcribe it.

La pistola esta aqui. Then the surreal world was both English and Spanish and we were all confuserated and I handed the pistol to the person next to me who said in Spanish ???

I sighed and pulled out my stash of Doritos. "OK, now cut the crap. Eat and eat quickly, so we can get on with things." Sighing, I wondered for the millionth time why I was stuck

again with existence. How I used to revel in nescience and Not Being before Being was seen as being Cool. I blame Anselm of Canterbury and his Ontological Argument.

"I'll have what he's having" said an Oxford Don & author of "Ontology meets Scatology, a Comparative Study of Marxian Freudisms" His coccyx cause him to sag slightly on his stool.