Friday, February 27, 2009

Spring forth from my rib.

About one or two thirds worth of the holy trinities days ago I had a conversation with my roommate when I epiphanized all over my stomach, chest and a dribble on my chin.

We were watching television when the treehouse South Park episode came on. A vision struck me. I saw myself years down the line talking to mustache-jr and he wanted a treehouse. Me, being a cock wielding human knew I could build it myself without any help from professionals. Then about 20 seconds later my vision showed my son being crushed to death by my work.

This actually isn't a vision, it is how my first 4 born died.

Well, kind of. The third also died of not having a mustache. He was kind of a dick.

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