Thursday, May 19, 2005

My Life Story

The rapid turtle ran somewhat slowly up the hill. He ate a bee, smelled a peanut and met a midget from Deville. The trip was slow, the grind was hell, and thus the rapid turtle began to slow. At this juncture, which happened to be at the precipice of the hill, the turtle wondered something grand: why do turtles smell like day old ham? An answer was forthcoming for Sharon Stone was coming, she knew why, she surely did. Sadly, much to the rapid turtle's chagrin, Sharon Stone stabbed him through the shell with rusty ice pick; you see--hopefully you don't--Sharon thought the rapid turtle was her friend Michael Douglas performing a scene from Basic Instinct Two.


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