Yesterday, I was walking along the main street of Urbia when I saw a Cow. I was hungry, and I have quite a few ranks in cooking, so I took my Nun-Chucks out and started to beat the cow.
The Cow just stared at me.
"Hmmmm," I said aloud. I said it aloud mainly because I didn't want to bother moving my hand up to the mouse and moving it to hit the Italics button. But I digress.
I took my Machete out and began to chop at it.
The Cow just stared at me.
"Hmmmm," I said thoughtfully. "Though this next scene would be much more effective in a Looney Toons Montage, let's do it!"
I then attempted to blast, scare, smack, poke, milk, explode, steamroll, and declare war the cow.
The Cow just stared at me.
That was when I noticed that it was a statue. It was also then that George the Yellow walked up and stuttered, "That's a Statue, dude."
The bacon was god that night. George was nowhere to be found.*
Olaf the BAAAAALD!
*HA! gotcha! We didn't turn George into Bacon! That's sick! SOrry for missing a post yesterday!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
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