Dear Diary,
Today, out of sheer boredom, not need, mind you, I went to the supermarket.
No, this was no ordinary trip, because if it was, do you think I'd be sitting on my butt writing about some lame trip?
Pffft I didn't think so.
Anyways, I went to the supermarket right?
And I wore a....cow suit.
Normally I would only do that if I was high or something, but this morning I woke up to find that one of my hands had an envelope in it.
Curious, I opened it and in doing so, dribbled some green milk (ew) down my I LOVE BORA BORA tee.
.....Silently out loud of course.
"Dear Ms So-and-so,
Today you have been chosen out of a kajillion-six-ten lucky bored Americanos to wear a cow suit.....To a supermarket of your choice. This is not, I repeat NOT some lame joke to make you look stupid. Anyways, you will wear that cow suit, and moo at every stranger who gives you a weird look. Yes, you must even moo at your hottie crush. No exceptions. When you have finished your round of the store, return home and take a nap. Follow these instructions exactly, or a messenger of mine will drop a baloney bomb down your mother's throat. Got it? Great. Have a nice day..."
Well wasn't that informative?
I shrugged and because I was so bored, I pulled out a cow suit randomly from the sky and put it on.
Luckily it didn't smell like B.O. It smelled like cinnamon waffles. Yes, it really did.
Anyways, back to the present.
I was wearing that cow suit and I had already mooed at 50 people.
Jeez-uhs! I didn't even enter the supermarket yet.
....Moo.
TBC... burning_eyes
 Uber Poohbah Of Nowhere · Thu Oct 25, 2007 @ 08:44am · 0 Comments |
