John died last fall but it wasn't until May 16th that someone found his soul. It was wrapped up in rags in a box that also contained a shoe, a stack of doilies, an old magazine, and a partially eaten bag of potato chips. It was Amy, the cute little girl from across the street, who found it. She had been playing with a stereotype and it slipped out of her hand and bounced down the gully into the little hollow where the box was.
Hahaha, I loved the idea of ‘Amy dropping her stereotype’ and of course the fact that she found John’s soul, and from there it all ended in farting. Only your genius style would come up with that hilarious twist of fate, I mean freedom.
Hahaha, I loved the idea of ‘Amy dropping her stereotype’ and of course the fact that she found John’s soul, and from there it all ended in farting. Only your genius style would come up with that hilarious twist of fate, I mean freedom.
Keep on letting these stories out, like the dawg, lol.
Thanks for adding that sky color, brings back warm memories.
Awesome. Stoked to see a Tony story in my inbox!! And yes, I actually laughed out loud when I got to the dog. :)
Wonderfully weird!