cause he was dead and forward thinking wasn’t really his forte. (which makes absolutely no sense lol so lemme try that again…)
The Thai boy, the balls, the dimly lit dank red room…some memories were just too pungent, too rank and too perverse to give up without a fight.
And then St. Peter asked him about one night in thailand…
and he had a sudden flashback of the vaginal-razorblade-on-a-string-removal show he watched, followed by the dart-shooting-balloon-popping fiasco…and he wept.
Wow… things are quite deep and intense in here…
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[quote]DarkNinjaa wrote:
Wow… things are quite deep and intense in here…[/quote]
Actually, it’s kind of lame.
She told him, only to his dismay…The last maybe he maybe she maybe T hooker with aids, had told him differently
Then the dreamer awoke to see that he was not in Thailand at all, but back in grade 2 where he belonged.
and he realized he had pissed himself duringthe dream and as his teacher approached to scold him for sleeping in class she slipped in the puddle of piss and…
fell right through a hole that mysteriously appeared in the floor. The hole transported him to…
…the basement of the school where 3 wild pandas were playing poker with human skulls as the chips.
I was like, “WTF!?”. And they were like, “WTF!?”. So I sat down to join them.
I was holding pocket Queens, and got a Jack, 10, Queen flop. The big panda raised so I…
…grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face. Piano players out- the music stopped…
so I pulled up my pants, grabbed the dollar bills and…
…the dancers with the mouse masks all turned as a bead of sweat glistened and fell across the big panda’s shiny black nose…
He dropped his skulls and said, “One day, a man will come here with a big stick, bigger than all sticks, and he will tell you something very important about where peanut butter comes from.”
Suddenly slapping his ass and shouting “YEEHAWWWWWWWWWW” a rocket appeared between his cheeks and with a cacaphonic roar he was gone, leaving me to ponder his delicate warning.
As I stood there, one of the other pandas walked up and said “The secret about peanut butter he couldn’t tell you is that it’s made from the crushed hopes and dreams of people that died before finding true love,” and with that I was left alone in the school basement except for a medium-sized box with the words “LankyMofo” on the side and a number 33.
Then as I gazed at the number 33 I realized that 3+3=6 and 3x3=9 and 3-3=0 and that that 6+9+0=15 the exact age I was when I realized that the peanut butter could be placed on my genitalia and the household cat, Mrs. Snickers would lick it off with her prickly little tongue. Was thi the mystery of peanut butter I sought to find???