The second blog.
One of these days, I'll stop numbering my blogs, and then you bastards/bitches will have to go back and count them yourselves. How does that sit with you?
Most of you don't know me... in fact, I think it's pretty safe to say none of you do. Actually, I know a few wankers that are probably stealth-mode stalking - you fuckers can pound sand. But the rest of you, here's some insight to my insanity: a recent dream. In order for this to work properly, you're going to have to close your eyes and imagine it as if you were there. And simultaneously read (I recommend you get some computer-based reader. My fondest memories were the hours and hours spent talking with Dr. Sbaitso...
We open at the beach, a sort of ragged group of late-20's slackers dressing like pre-pubescent teens from the 80's. Clearly a really bad summer comedy sun-and-fun-and-sex-and-random-hijinx-and-hyphens thing.
Oh, there's a monkey, too. The monkey's got a hand of bananas. And really we're all just standing there, like we're waiting for the director to say *ACTION!* or something. All of the sudden, the Miami Vice theme song is blasting our eardrums, and one of us yells out - "QUICK! MONKEY! GET RID OF THE BANANAS!" Seriously, bananas should be illegal for monkeys to have. Mainly because then I wouldn't have dreams about monkeys and bananas.
Anyway, the monkey runs off through the woods (there are woods, by the way) to a lake (yes, a lake at the beach) and starts *hucking* the bananas out into the water, one at a time. Peel, huck, PLOP! "Monkey! Quick!" Peel, huck, PLOP! "They're coming, monkey!!"
And then the last... Peel, HUCK!!! The banana skips on the surface of the water... ... starting to rotate... thhhwhipp thhhhhwippp thhhiiiiwwwppppp... The banana begins to lift further from the surface, changing paths and spinning, turning, turning... Back towards the monkey.
He catches it. "QUICK MONKEY! What are you doing??? Get rid of the banana!" The monkey, making monkey noises and screaming, throws the banana to the ground, picks it up, throws it down again. "Get RID of it!!" The monkey throws the banana, but again it just flys out and returns to him. 2, 3 times!! BANANARANG!!!
...I wake, laughing. For five minutes, I laugh.
Bananarang.
One of these days, I'll stop numbering my blogs, and then you bastards/bitches will have to go back and count them yourselves. How does that sit with you?
Most of you don't know me... in fact, I think it's pretty safe to say none of you do. Actually, I know a few wankers that are probably stealth-mode stalking - you fuckers can pound sand. But the rest of you, here's some insight to my insanity: a recent dream. In order for this to work properly, you're going to have to close your eyes and imagine it as if you were there. And simultaneously read (I recommend you get some computer-based reader. My fondest memories were the hours and hours spent talking with Dr. Sbaitso...
We open at the beach, a sort of ragged group of late-20's slackers dressing like pre-pubescent teens from the 80's. Clearly a really bad summer comedy sun-and-fun-and-sex-and-random-hijinx-and-hyphens thing.
Oh, there's a monkey, too. The monkey's got a hand of bananas. And really we're all just standing there, like we're waiting for the director to say *ACTION!* or something. All of the sudden, the Miami Vice theme song is blasting our eardrums, and one of us yells out - "QUICK! MONKEY! GET RID OF THE BANANAS!" Seriously, bananas should be illegal for monkeys to have. Mainly because then I wouldn't have dreams about monkeys and bananas.
Anyway, the monkey runs off through the woods (there are woods, by the way) to a lake (yes, a lake at the beach) and starts *hucking* the bananas out into the water, one at a time. Peel, huck, PLOP! "Monkey! Quick!" Peel, huck, PLOP! "They're coming, monkey!!"
And then the last... Peel, HUCK!!! The banana skips on the surface of the water... ... starting to rotate... thhhwhipp thhhhhwippp thhhiiiiwwwppppp... The banana begins to lift further from the surface, changing paths and spinning, turning, turning... Back towards the monkey.
He catches it. "QUICK MONKEY! What are you doing??? Get rid of the banana!" The monkey, making monkey noises and screaming, throws the banana to the ground, picks it up, throws it down again. "Get RID of it!!" The monkey throws the banana, but again it just flys out and returns to him. 2, 3 times!! BANANARANG!!!
...I wake, laughing. For five minutes, I laugh.
Bananarang.
starsshine:
wow.
ganonymousg:
hum.... so this is what you do with your time?? lol... no i may not know you very well but maybe that's becuz ur asking the Q's... well from now on I'm asking the Q's OKAY??!!! 
