I walked for a bit, a little hungry and a little thirsty.
Yet no need to poo!
I walked a little bit more.
Came across Frank Stallone and a bunch of his pals gathered around a large metal drum.
They were singing as they warmed their hands from that fire coming from that metal drum.
I nodded at them.
They pummeled me mercilessly.
When I finally got enough strength to drag myself away from the pummeling, I spotted a sign.
“Crystal Pines! THIS WAY!” it read.
I crawled closer to the sign and read the small print at the bottom.
“NOT A CRACKWHORE VILLAGE!”
“Bummer,” I said to myself as I headed towards Crystal Pines.
When I reached my destination, I noticed it was mostly deserted.
A couple vehicles.
A couple people on top of a hill.
A box, just sitting in the grass.
I heard something that sounded like gunfire.
I didn’t care since whomever was doing the shooting wasn’t aiming towards me.
The two people on the top of the hill did seem to care since they started to slowly scurry away.
I went over to the box and stood over it.
“WHAT’S IN THE BOX??!!” I screamed, just for the heck of it.
The gunfire stopped.
The two people stopped their slow scurrying.
I suddenly had to poo.
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