I was a little hammered the other night, and I don't quite remember what went on; I doubt anything very exciting. Anywho, I awoke the next morning not only with a massive hangover, but I noticed that in my drunken stupor, I had typed and saved a little piece of "literature" (used in the most open-ended fashion possible) onto my computer. Anyways, this is the file that I awoke to... (and F.Y.I. this clearly has nothing to do with mythology)
The child screamed, as he had received yet another cheeseburger through the mail/ He yearbed for the touch of another human, but it seemed that his days of fperson-filledfd chaos were coming to an end. What would happen if he were to finde another with a passion for the rifles? Only one man could solve ssuch a conundrum: Captain Drew Greenburg, a local anthropooogist with a knac for giving the hoimeless what they gots comin to we m. How many times would this psychotic wielder of sausage strinke the school children with his wicxked sense of gratitude? Only the teacher would ;be able to resiswtg such boyish charms fvrom such a large fellow. He walked home unsatisfied, and began to po nd3er his next chance to bring forth the mighty fist of iron. Just then, he came across a migc apicke;l that claimed to be the town mayor, who spoke "let me heal your wounds, my child, for I am Jesus." The man felt strangely aroused, and b egan to eye the pickle in a very strange fashion. Just then, the man noticed that the pickle had a zipper on its b ack. He unzipped it, only to reveal that the pickle was actually his arch-nemesis, Dr. Vaughn Sttrassen, his college riuval and ladies' man. What would become of our hero? Find out ehwen I'm not drunk! &)
I have no idea what to make of this. The only thing I learned from this is that I should NEVER be on a computer when I'm drunk.
Peace,
Ang- Er, TheMortalSlab. (Eh, what do I care? Angus.)