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.
Stephen Johnson
https://theweirdcrap.com
The idea of building a website with Bob came from Stephen in the days of message boards and chat rooms. We settled on the name TheWeirdcrap.com and the rest is history. Retired since he hit the ripe age of 25, he spends most his time doing odd-jobs around the house and digging thru trash bins for "stuff that's still good." Stephen has contributed several short stories and hosted the "Lunatic Ravings" column since the beginning (1999). The idea of writing weekly columns came from Stephen before blogs or blog sites ever existed. So, I guess that makes him THE FIRST BLOGGER IN THE WORLD!!!
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