Dedicated to Ms Donna Maysack, a woman whom I love more than cake. That’s a whole lotta love people.
Cannibalistic Sheep And Mutilated Athletes. Part One.
Insomnia is nature’s way of saying, “hey, let’s stay up all night and recollect every dumb thing that you’ve done in your life.”Last night I sought in vain to find some peace of mind but ended up lying in bed for the best part of three hours, with nothing but the most insignificant of thoughts running through my head.
Top 5 sexy male cartoon characters I would totally do the nasty with-
4. Shaggy -There’s something about Fred that I just don’t trust. He may have the persona of the ‘boy next door’ but you can bet your life that somewhere lurking and walled up within the cavities of his basement, there is the body of a dead male prostitute, murdered after an evening of heavy drinking and copious amounts of narcotics abuse…just saying…
After much tossing and turning and cursing the name of the bed manufacturers who appeared to have lined my mattress with rocks instead of coiled springs, I decided to opt for the old fashion method of counting sheep. All was going well until after the first hundred leaps and than the sheep begun to lose interest and refused to jump any further. It appeared that they preferred instead, to stop and graze on some grass that my overactive imagination, for aesthetic reasons, had chosen to conjure up. I removed the grass and placed it on the other side of the hurdle, thinking that this would encourage the flock to continue.
After about 30 minutes, the sheep became hungry but still they refused to jump. After an hour, they started to grow restless. After an hour and a half, they begun to turn feral. Overcome with extreme hunger and feeling utterly famished, they soon turned to cannibalism, gnawing nauseatingly away at each others sheep parts until there was nothing left but a sea of red, as entrails and intestines were strewn across my imagined field
Things weren’t looking too good.
End Of Part One…