Had to take a slight pause on my money-making venture.
Since I didn’t want to do what Jerome requested, he went ahead and did it himself.
Now, because he doesn’t have the semi-scientific mind nor a laboratory like I have things went horrible wrong.
He found a Target cart and went into the woods with a bag of Ho Ho cream, a long metal rod and a semi-truck battery. There he proceeded with the test all by his lonesome self and wasn’t discovered until a few days later by a local Cub Scout troop.
What they found was a naked man with a creamed rod up his butt passed out in a Target cart. They first thought he was rabid because of the foam running from his mouth, but discovered it was just pasty grits.
Why Jerome decided to eat grits while experimenting on himself is beyond me.
Now he’s been returned to me and is resting in the attic with the rod still in his butt because I refuse to remove it. Consider it a learning experience for him.
Now I have to wait for the August heat to clear his mind (and his butt) until testing can resume.
It’s really my fault. I should have expected this from Jerome.
But, there always is Bob…………
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