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Epilogue
The view was quite spectacular as Captn streaked through the sky.

Gazing through her binoculars, Time could see he was really getting into some great freestyle moves as he reached altitude. Captn was having the most wonderful fling, and thought to himself how this had certainly been worth the wait. It was at about that moment of feeling such bliss, that he noticed that the ground & everything on it was very rapidly getting larger..... and wondering if this should be a concern of his. Too late for taking a vote on that... a tall Mango tree had made the decision for him..... and Roger's BBQ. A decision by the feathered residents of the tree was also made.... they were going to demand their money back, this was not the quiet, tranquil refuge the travel agency had promised. Roger's BBQ was now precariously teetering in their nest, and they were not all all pleased by the intrusion & loudly protested their opinion of this matter.
From the top of the tree, Captn made it down to the ground by falling in installments...and of course, lots of cussing. All this commotion had alerted the local residents and they immediately came running to see what had disturbed their sacred bird sanctuary. Captn ceased his cursing & stoning the squawking birds when he suddenly realized he was surrounded my the most magnificent women he had ever laid eyes on. "Are.... are you Amazon women?" he queeried. The circle parted, and the most stunning woman he had ever seen approached him. "Yes...yes we are Amazon women" she replied. "Amazon-bird-loving-man-hating-lesbian-women".
Captn's world suddenly went very murky....as he staggered backwards into the tree. Another round of squawking came from the birds up above... then a loud crashing noise followed. Captn looked up ..."WTF??" ...as he saw something very black & very hard come crashing down through the branches...
Thump!
"Captn...Captn.... are you ok? WAKE UP!! Time said frantically. "Huh?? What happened? Where am I?" asked Captn in a dazed voice, looking up at all the Darrens. "You tripped over Roger's BBQ & hit your head on the mast. I told him he shouldn't bring that along. Maybe it would be best not to go on a 3 hour tour today".
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Last edited by FallenAngel : 06-28-2008 at 04:28 AM.
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