Narcissit? Who me?

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Happy April Fool's Day!

So last night I was abducted by Aliens, and they told me that I was going to win the lottery.
I was so excited I tripped over one of the tentacles and then had to get stitches at the hospital they dropped me off at. While I was getting stitches the kind doctor purposed to me, but I said no, I didn't want to get involved with someone with such a demanding career.

Once I got home, exhausted, i was hungry so I decided I would throw some cookies in the oven. Perhaps it was because of the painkillers, or the seven long island iced tea's I had when I got home, but I was feeling a little out of it. So when the cookies were done, I grabbed them with my bare hands, and burnt myself. In a fit of rage, frustration, and misplaced, drunken anger, I grabbed my rifle off my wall and fired three shots into the backyard. One bullet struck a mockingbird!

What a day so far. Off to class!

2 comments:

Ashton said...

what is it like TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD??

Lightning O'Shief said...

I'll tell you it's an awful sin, Scout. An awful sin.

Careful or else ol' Boo Radley'll getcha!