Monday, October 31, 2011

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK..............

Was that scary enough for you?
LOL!

Come closer, and I will tell you a tale of a night that is sure to give you a fright.
Listen little children and older ones too…yep, Mom and Pop if you must…

Once upon a night there was a tight wound gal who rode around the town in a magic groovy brown pail that had the power to float above all that was below, yes, that’s right I said a pail, got that?
And yes, it did have grooves all around it that were important, but I will get to that later, on the why, OK?
This magic gal also thought she was quite the cat’s meow too with her pointed proboscis and blackened circular targets around each eye and even her lined thinly protruding lips, her body was the size of a petite monkey, perhaps the squirrel type of the species and hairy like that too, and on her pail she took it upon herself to look into all the windows around the town to make sure nothing good was happening in those homes, apartments, trailers or shacks…You see, this was because if all was well, then our gal pal would temp fate and make things BAD happen to whomever was showing that they were too happy with their fate, good or bad…
She felt that happiness was against all she believed in and it was her duty to take it away!
Scared yet?
Now, she was the one who chose specifically screaming children and parents that were nasty to one another and the world at large to be her epitome of what she believed the world’s havoc in the now of our time should be…
In her mind her own joy, or misery, depending on which way you want to roll on this backwards way of thinking, was to see anger and hatred continue with greed to make all the world’s people eventually dissolve into nothingness…

She was a tough horrid mean ugly gal, but to her she was the best that the world could have for her way of thinking…
And she saw that her plan to make it all bad, was in her idea of good that was now seemingly happening to her dismay/joy.

Who or how could she be stopped?
The good decent people of the world wanted to know…
And no one… and nobody seemed to have the answer since it was easier to be disagreeable than kind and loving and the more bad things happened the more people would be that way!

Do any of you out there know what to do to change this horrendous horror of a woman’s devious work?
No?
Come on, someone has to know…?
Maybe if we laugh, out loud, she would stop?
Huh? You forgot how?
Well, we have nothing to lose, do we?
Try it, if you remember… it comes from deep in your belly and not quite a hiccup or a cough but a giggle would be closer, oh try, please try…I can’t hear you!
LOUDER PLEASE!
I almost can hear you…LOUDER!
YES!
You got it!
HOORAY!
PAIL GAL WILL BE ON HER MERRY BAD WAY, all due to everyone now here learning to laugh at the hardest of times in life… and then no one can ever harm you!

On that scarier than it ought to be tale of jest allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly to, as always to count those blessings and to share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Sure you do.

PS Oh, why was the pail groovy, because she was a leftover gal who went rotten and for that she was ready to be tossed out, not recycled, like we all should do on most other things, right?
But as we all know some things just have to be gotten rid of since nothing will change what they really have become…hmm, wink, wink… you know what I mean...

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