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Not a good idea. A moose in the international

  • Not a good idea. A moose in the international space station. It stood, nay floated in unity node 1. its antlers were wedged in a ventilator panel and the only Canadian astronaut
  • in the world had gotten waylaid at the tax office. "Well, so much for that idea," the Canadian astronaut grumped as the CPA triple-checked his figures. "You really had 7 moose?"
  • "Those drinks can kill you, you know, if you don't drink them in a little sippy cup. So... are you interested in coming with me to the center of the earth? I've conquered space, so
  • now all there is to do is put down that drink and follow me. The shuttle's parked outside." A pause. "There wasn't much room out there, so I, umm...
  • parked on a double yellow line." Dread filled them as they ran outside but the shuttle had been clamped. "How the hell can we complete Mission Neptunus now?" they raged at various
  • public transit workers. Of course mass transit would choke. "How the hell could they complete Mission Neptunus now?" A bewildered worker replied, "Sir, are you narrating the plot?
  • The Manager whipped the bewildered worker in the shin with an extension cord and said, "Are you screwing my wife?" The worker hissed and grabbed his shin, sparks of pain
  • And became a sea-dog with three heads. The Manager recoiled in horror and apologisef profusely. He wept all night upon losing his best bartender. Was the Manager drunk, again?
  • Find out next time on the next episode of The Manager!" I stared at my radio. "This show makes no sense." I muttered. "Who writes these shows, anyway?"
  • "You do. You write these shows, Bombo," Barnabus said to me. As the reality hit me, the world seemed to tilt and just before I fainted I saw the word "Manager" upon my door. Me?!

1 Comments

  1. SlimWhitman Aug 31 2016 @ 18:29

    Bombo, the world's Manager. Things are starting to make sense.

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