Kazopolis

Friday, February 17, 2006

Mein Kampf

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Bob the swinger




Evenin' (tips brim of massive cowboy hat) I call this meeting to order in the light of a beautiful victory that occurred the fine day of SunDay, the 12th day of February day. The morning began beautiful and green, as per the pollution in Windsor dictates the weather. I've seen weather so outrageous that it is only comparable to the weather modulation device use by Rocksteady in the old Ninja Turtle Cartoon where goons from the future come and....... sorry off topic. As I was saying, I parked my vehicle in a cobwebbed abandoned space. I entered the building I previously exploded with the flick of a "cigarette". (Tamasauskas, 2005) The mood was tense and my feelings were tender. On my way to sterilize Josh I was suddenly stopped at the front desk by the great Bob, a black belt in alcoholism and repetitive speech. He informed me of my "parking violation". He said, "y-y-y-y-ya gotta move, gotta move, gotta move, gotta move that car." Bob was attempting to hypnotize me with his seductive linguistic torrent. This time I was ready! We verbally wrestled topless for minutes, days even. ALL OF THE SUDDEN a cloud a smoke filled the room. <(Meanwhile) Josh had attempted and failed to mate with several women> ....the smoke cleared momentarily and I slowly climbed to my feet. I was covered in dust and asbestos. It was over! It was really over! I screamed: "It's over, it's really over." Bob died of a rare condition in which the mind repeats itself into spontaneous dimentia and then death.


 

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