It was the biggest dump truck I had ever seen. Seriously! The thing had to be as big as the Empire State Building. A clown sat atop the truck peeling a banana.
He said to the driver: “Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to get ride of the package by any means necessary. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.”
Funny enough, it did indeed self-destruct. At that exact moment, a small tour bus passed by, unaware of the imminent destruction. The Asian tourist clichés onboard began snapping pictures, the flashes creating a blinding light.
Suddenly, the CIA appeared and captured the clown, who was in fact a Russian agent. His name was Boris. But Boris fought fiercely, using a tourist as a human shield, and he disappeared into an alley.
He found a troll in a cardboard box!
Upon removing this troll from his box, he soon learned that his name was Hugo and he was from Canada.
But then I woke up suddenly to the sound of my alarm clock, realizing it was only just a dream.
At least, that’s what I thought until I walked down the hall towards the bathroom and found a pair of very large shoes in front of the door, and I could hear water running in the shower.
A pixilated dragon leaped forth from the bathroom in a phantasmagorical fashion, wielding a sword of bacon. Only covering its huge boobs that somehow the only thing I could think was the bacon wasn’t enough.
Maybe I should stop snorting so much coke.
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