Hey Jerk, maybe you shouldn't yell out your kitchen window at people you don't know. It's rude! I don't care why you did it-- maybe you were even in the right...I'll give you that...but, we live in a civilized society, don't we? Maybe you should have tried a different approach! Maybe you should think about your actions before you cross a stranger. Before you cross a stranger while you're standing in your soft, vulnerable kitchen! I know exactly where to find it-- even at 3am when you're sound asleep...sawing logs...dreaming your manly dreams. Your manly dreams about how you are in control. You're the King of your Castle! Ha ha, but you have no moat!!!! You DON'T HAVE A MOAT!!!!!!(Author's Note: This is merely a creative writing exercise. Don't get the wrong idea about your humble bloggin' pal. He wouldn't do anything untoward. He's such a reasonable fellow!)
3 comments:
Part steel part Jabba the Hut flesh. I love it.
in a sick sort of way, your narrative reminds me of my favorite Gene Wilder line in The Frisco Kid. He's hungry and chasing a chicken saying,
"C'mere Chicky. I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm just gonna eat ya!"
Wow, I'm all curious about the back-story. Incidentally, my word verification thingy is "hater". Hmmmmm!
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