Passing time

A post while Dreamweaver 8 downloads.

This next scenario is completely fictional:
I walk into my local shops tonight and head for the dairy isle where the milk is, this tall thin stick of a woman walks up to me, were talking like 2 cms from my face.. .. she stares me straight in the eyes..although it feels like she is looking into my soul. Her eyes are glazed and her breath smells like the ink of a whiteboard marker. She says to me, "Charlie how your angels get down like that?". I stepped back trying to escape from her terrible breath then with a puzzled look on my face said "lady, what are you on about?".. she gives me a strained look and steps forward again and says the same thing but slower and emphasising the words "down like that". Now i am really confused. "Look, I have to go get some milk before the store closes" I say to her in my best serious voice. She then grabs my hand forcefully with her nails digging into my skin, I tried to shake her off but she grabbed my arm and a frightened deranged look came across her face. She leans even closer to my face so her forehead is touching mine and repeats, "Charlie.... how your ANGELS get DOWN like THAT?". At this point I kicked her in her knee caps, pulled out my AK and went postal on her ass. No body quotes Destiny child to me while im shopping for milk i say to her lifeless body at which point she melted into a puddle of clag....like you see in the movies..but it was clag. I then wished that I had come up with something a little more witty to say at the time but decided that I would think of something better then when I would come to retell the story to family / friends and co-workers say the new line. I then walked up the aisle trying to avoid the bats, when i came to the frozen hash browns I opened the door and stepped inside. The chill made me pass out.

Posted by Nathan Kowald @ 8:04 PM