KingBrianI
Well-Known Member
When last we left off, the beer had chased me through the straw and through an edible landscape. Once thought to have stopped there, it is now remembered that the beer was not done with me.
Through the desert I ran, the beer in hot pursuit. Over dunes of sand, clumps of dry brush and the ocassional lizard I ran. I needed a drink bad. It was hot in that desert (unlike that one in memphis, you know, the one with the slide) and I was sweating something awful. At least I was until I ran out of juice. I'd drink the beer of course, even if it was chasing me, but someone had thrown a bunch of salt in it! Or somebody's wife, rather. I think he cheated on her but he never did say. But that's not important. What's important is I was damn thirsty. I'd left the nalgene at home with that big moth I found in the back fluttering inside of it or I would have pissed in there and drank that bear grylls style. That was when I was still badass. Too bad there aren't trout in the desert, you can bite their neck and suck out fish juice.
Just as I ws contemplating stopping and letting the beer catch me and do with me what it would, I came across a camel merchant. I gave him my nikes and he gave me his camel and off I went again. God be good man! You didn't tell me this thing lurched like this! My but is near to falling off! What matter, though, we were to the edge of the desert. I jumped off the camel and jumped in the pool of jello two young women were playing in. It was cool so I ate it. Of limes and salt and feet it tasted. Must be margarita flavored. I jumped out and ran out to the street. If you can believe it, a stretched yellow hummer taxi was there and so I jumped in. "Home, driver!" I shouted, and the beer was nowhere to be seen.
Through the desert I ran, the beer in hot pursuit. Over dunes of sand, clumps of dry brush and the ocassional lizard I ran. I needed a drink bad. It was hot in that desert (unlike that one in memphis, you know, the one with the slide) and I was sweating something awful. At least I was until I ran out of juice. I'd drink the beer of course, even if it was chasing me, but someone had thrown a bunch of salt in it! Or somebody's wife, rather. I think he cheated on her but he never did say. But that's not important. What's important is I was damn thirsty. I'd left the nalgene at home with that big moth I found in the back fluttering inside of it or I would have pissed in there and drank that bear grylls style. That was when I was still badass. Too bad there aren't trout in the desert, you can bite their neck and suck out fish juice.
Just as I ws contemplating stopping and letting the beer catch me and do with me what it would, I came across a camel merchant. I gave him my nikes and he gave me his camel and off I went again. God be good man! You didn't tell me this thing lurched like this! My but is near to falling off! What matter, though, we were to the edge of the desert. I jumped off the camel and jumped in the pool of jello two young women were playing in. It was cool so I ate it. Of limes and salt and feet it tasted. Must be margarita flavored. I jumped out and ran out to the street. If you can believe it, a stretched yellow hummer taxi was there and so I jumped in. "Home, driver!" I shouted, and the beer was nowhere to be seen.