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My Crazy
Ramblings
Don't threaten
me. I can drive. Speaking of pickled pork, have you seen Ronald
Reagan lately? While we're on the subject, I just wanted to talk
about my friend sponge. Sponge is a great fruit. If I could
be any fruit in the whole wide world, it would be a sponge. Don't
you tell me that sponge isn't a fruit 'cause I know it is. I asked
it, and it said "Yeah". I must admit, at first I didn't think
that sponge was a fruit, but it's hard to tell a sponge he's crazy.
I didn't want to argue with him. He told me about his endless rebellion
against cake. "Cake is the piece of glass that punctures the tyre,
the mouse that scares the elephant, the iceberg that sinks the boat."
That's what the sponge told me. He told me some horror stories about
the Cake menace. "Join me." he said.
"Join me!"
I shouted. He looked at me strangely and explained to me that he
wanted ME to join HIM. "All right" I said, "but on one condition:
you must give me your first born son." The sponge agreed. The
next morning, we started on our trip in the war against cake. We
had no idea what adventures we might embark upon. As a reader, just
promise me one thing: if a sponge asks you to join him on one of his crusades
say "yes", but if a cake asks you to join him on one of his crusades say
"no", and kick him in the cream and take his wallet.
THIS
STORY IS ENTIRELY TRUE.
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