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The man dragged himself into the county jail's

  • The man dragged himself into the county jail's foyer. A trail of blood followed him. The intake officer said,

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  • "Now see here, alleged victim - we'll have none of that at this hour! Joe! We've got another bleeder in the foyer! Bring the bucket and the bleach. And why, exactly, are you here?"

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  • "I was sent here by the Gods," the victim sputtered before collapsing to the floor.

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  • Before we could investigate Godot's corpse, it was taken away as the Gods hadn't applied the proper postage stamp. "The Gods'll probably regift him anyway," I said. Scant evidence

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  • of anyone waiting for Godot existed, so it really didn't matter if I sent his body home or not. I didn't really know where "home" was for Godot anyway. He left no forwarding addres

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  • and the breadcrumbs that he left were being eaten by the damn armadillos. I didnt even know they liked bread. I had no idea where Godot lived. I was lost, and alone in the forest.

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  • And TRULY terrified by armadillos. Lets be real they are basically moles wearing suits of armor who wouldn't be terrified by their disgustingly beady little eyes. All that therapy

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  • I had already spent on my fear of clowns was going to do nothing for armadillos. Oh well, back to Dr. Fatty McButterpants so I can visit Texas without wetting my pants.

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  • But apparently the clowns and the armadillos weren't the only thing for me to worry, when I arrived in Texas. Once I landed and got out of the plane, I was

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  • surrounded by livid vegan socialist Texans. Then I saw them - the clowns & armadillos, lined up by the tarmac in cuffs awaiting transportation. I sighed a hefty sigh of relief.

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