“WHAT’S IN THE BOOOOOOOOOOX!” I screamed again, maybe hoping for an answer from HR.
There wasn’t any.
I opened the box.
I did not look in the box.
I squatted over the box.
I pooped in the box.
I found a leaf and wiped myself clean.
I got up and closed the box.
Again, I did not look in the box.
I then lit the box on fire and kicked it as far away as possible.
Got some good life on it.
It almost looked like a tiny asteroid.
I sighed at the beauty of it.
Then I heard footsteps behind me.
I swung around and crouched, ready for a fight.
It was a cop.
“You might want to pull up your pants and then come with me,” he said.
I got up out of the crouch, looked down and noticed that yes, indeedy, I was quite naked down there.
Figuring a night’s sleep in a jail cell was much better than a sleep in the park, I went up to him, extended my arms and waited for the cuffs to be slapped on.
But he wasn’t paying attention to me.
“Is that…..gunfire?” he asked himself.
I happily nodded.
“IS THAT GUY HITCHHIKING?” he yelled at himself.
I joyously nodded.
He pulled his gun and ran towards those two people in the distance.
I sighed again.
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