Yesterday was quite a day. I woke up early to the sound of gay
mariachis strumming and singing outside my window. As I dressed
in my usual hounds-tooth suit, paisley neru shirt with powder blue
silk cravat, I realized with a start that it was Pineturk Tuesday.
I mounted my rusted pogo stick awkwardly as the 138 pounds of
mountain climbing gear on my back unbalanced me and I set off
bouncing my way to the theatre. I stopped for truffles and tea at
the local union hall as do many of the unemployed grave diggers
then played a couple quick jigs and reels on my bagpipes at the
local retirement home for elderly and indigent bull fighters.
Minding my own business is what I do best but when some
toothless old matador offends me thusly; " I don't know which
of Newton's three laws of motion keeps your ears apart, señor
and, to me, you are quite asexual!" why, I prefer to rely on my
own mettle, I dare say, so I grabbed the elderly cabron by the
huevos and pulled out his ear hairs till he cried
"Bologna! That's a spicy meatball!"
I finally arrived at the synagogue with a newly shaven head and huge,
silver icicles swinging from my beard just in time to attend a meeting
with the local baptist minister, both of his wives and their respective
cattle and fish slurry manufacturing representatives, a tough and unruly
bunch, who were extremely impressed with the quality of my dental
work and my ability to fart the alphabet backwards.
Later that morning a tornado caused the electricity to go out and we were
forced to read the The Iliad by candlelight by a busload of civil war
reenactment characters who were on a gambling junket to Reno and
were quite drunk but, fortunately for us, quite horny to say the least.
By lunchtime I was quite done in and sauntered out back to have a bit
of a lie down in the shrubs with some homeless fellows who were quite
enthusiastic about corduroy pantaloons, wide wale, mind you.
I must have been exhausted because I awoke, not an hour later or even
later that evening but this morning! when I stood and stretched, I noticed
my reversible briefs felt strangely tight and upon further excavation,
I found someone - or something - had filled my knickers with silver
dollars and weetabix cereal! Now, the weetabix I can totally understand
but... why, Dear God, why silver dollars?