Tales From The Basement
As you run you attempt to avoid protruding branches that could severely damage your tender bits.
As you get to the shore you trip over a piece of hemp rope. Sonofabitch! This is that Styrofoam Island! As the natives close in, you get an idea to start picking at the hemp rope. It works! You have successfully unraveled the piece that you were standing on from the rest of the island.
The natives shout something at you in an indecipherable language (Which is odd since they were speaking perfect English when you were friends with them) as you make your good escape on the drifting Styrofoam. You put your clothes back on and wait to reach the mainland.
The tribe suffers greatly however. They think they've failed a great test and commit ritualistic mass suicide.
As you get to the shore you trip over a piece of hemp rope. Sonofabitch! This is that Styrofoam Island! As the natives close in, you get an idea to start picking at the hemp rope. It works! You have successfully unraveled the piece that you were standing on from the rest of the island.
The natives shout something at you in an indecipherable language (Which is odd since they were speaking perfect English when you were friends with them) as you make your good escape on the drifting Styrofoam. You put your clothes back on and wait to reach the mainland.
The tribe suffers greatly however. They think they've failed a great test and commit ritualistic mass suicide.
