* Brought
to you by Pancho's Roach Villa, just under the viaduct on the south-east
corner of Espanol and Selena...Los Eatos Mucho Suave~
Today's story opens with a scene of a crapload
of tree stumps, as far as the human eye can possibly focus. A young Flimbone
stands short, contemplating the landscape, as if some kind of evil calliope
music were dancin in his brain. And one single thought enters his mindscape..the
words "my terrior's less tenacious.." He picks a fully-decayed
shrimp shell from his bicuspid as he gropes at his crotch. "Ayep..this
is the spot to begin my journey, for today is forever and to-morrow nay
cometh.", so spaketh the unbecomin Flimbone. "Twice have I pondered
the challenge, and once have I been distraught, but nay further, for
I shall furrow this great land with me own hand and a porta-potty."
So the Amazing Flimbone went back to his adobe hut and put on his work
sandals. He also tookfourth a poop, but I chose to leave that part out
of the tale. As he walked back out into the vast tree stump jungle, a
tiny gnat attached itself to his upper lip. Acting quickly, the Amazing
Flimbone spit and sent the gnat whirling through the air. The spittle
landed some ten paces away on the adobe breakfast nook. Flimbone walked
over to wipe the spittle up with the palm of his hand when he noticed
the gnat struggling to free itself from the green bubble of mucus. As
he stared at this dramatic work, he heard a tiny voice say "Help
me!" "Help me?", Flimbone muttered to himself. "Help
me?" "Yes, help me ye friggin bastard!", uttered the relentless
cry of the tiny insect form. "Help you what?", questioned the
astonished Flimbone. "Help me break this mucus bubble so I may be
set free.", replied the entrapped, helpless mite. "The truth
will set you free, my tiny friend.", stated Flimbone. And with that,
the Amazin Flimbone slammed his fist upon the spittle, send-ing the small
speaking gnat into its white-tunnels and kaleidoscopes of the afterlife,
thus giving the gnat the freedom he really deserved, for it was THAT which
the gnat truly requested under its utters and moans. This was realized
by the Amazing Flimbone, and that's how the Amazing Flimbone got his name...not
fer the self-righteous acts of purifyin the land of tree stumps. And so
it was written and so it was wrote. Stay tuned fer the World Wrestling
Federation...the WWF.."You bored? SLIP INTO A SLIM JIM!"
Yer Welcum.
(c) 1995 Guy Smelber Pod
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