One day, a person was walking through a forest.
- One day, a person was walking through a forest. Then, he saw a group of bears screaming a running.
- and saying, "evil Pepe is coming!"
- "Bricks, cyclones and tipped tombstones, may disturb my bones, but your hurtful words, like barbs and turds, do not perturb my sanquine spirit." Then Pepe moaned. His spirit rose
- like the blood flowing up a mosquito's labrum, or the mercury in a sphygmomanometer cuffed to an unmedicated high blood pressure patient. Pepe got high on the intoxicating insults.
- It was sad really. The insults, that is. They flew at him, and he grew so used to it, that it became fuel for him. Oh, he could pretend it was okay, but it never really was.
- He grew a thick skin. His heart hardened. He didn't care anymore. He let himself go, stopped shaving, and ate whatever he wanted. For the first time in his life, he was happy!
- Surprisingly, this was after the news that his estranged father had died. A bit grim by way of things to be happy about, but somehow it brought things to a healthy conclusion.
- Now he no longer had to keep that old table with the broken legs. Every time his father visited he sniffed around to see if it was still there in the garage.
- "Dad, it's gone, please accept it. We'll get you a nice table with sturdy legs." To prep for the next weekend the son threw an old pink blanket over the space where the table had b
- een, and conducted a small service: "He was a good table (sob). What happened wasn't his fault. RIP, Wobblie!" Once everyone had a decent cry, they headed outside to picnic & party
- Started
- 2016-03-18 15:29:20
- Finished
- 2016-03-19 18:01:44
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SlimWhitman Mar 19 2016 @ 18:44
Pepe has had a hard & flat life. We wobble in his honor.
Dhanithecat Mar 19 2016 @ 19:13
my dad always looked for the old furniture, etc. when he visited. After he died, I got rid of it. It was too big for my flat!