fly on the wall
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2/27/2009 9:17:59 AM
I sold my soul for 7 guineas and a hot bath.
This guy I know took his date to the county fair. She saw a big stuffed doggie and she had to have it. The guy played the game which involved throwing 3 balls in a basket for 50 cents. He played it for 4 hours and couldn't win the doggie. Finally the last announcement came over the PA system, the fair was closing and wouldn't be back til next year. He took his date home and didn't even walk her to the door. Next year came around and he was waiting at the gate, he had some unfinished business. Spent his whole paycheck trying to win that same doggie that he could've bought at Toys R Us for $23.99. When he was down to his last quarter, he was devastated. He didn't even bother to bring a date this year.
On the way home there was a dog in the middle of the road eating off some carcass. My friend speeded up to run over the dog out of some violent impulse, missed the dog, skidded off the road and hit a telephone pole, broke a couple of bones and ended up in the hospital. His mom and sister visited and asked if they could bring him anything. He was tempted to ask them to bring him a stuffed doggie but restrained himself. When he got out of the hospital, he took most of his money out of the bank and took a trip around the world, by himself. He bought a few souvenirs. In France he bought a vase. In Copenhagen he bought a little statue of some famous artist he never heard of. He finally arrived home and wondered what he was going to do next. He sat around watching TV for 2 months or so and finally one day he woke up in the morning and decided to face the world again. He bought a new tie and went to look for a job. Soon he was working in a large office doing clerical work. He hated the job but it sure felt fine when his shift was over. He would make himself a sandwich and have a beer, sit back in his recliner and try not to think about anything at all. The end.
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