Being a pious man of the Lerd, brought me luck i thought.
Being a 5 times a day diner of Mcdonald's , i won a trip to the back water of South America. To go on a ride along. As we pave down a primitive village and rain ferest. To make a factory cow farm, and slaughtering, grinding factory. 50 rigt wing murdering Regan loving guerillaz, were painted with clown make up to assist in the capture of the staff of this soon to be built piece of magnificent manifest factory of the Lerd.
Things went out well at first. We bulldozed down the huts. Then the guerillaz using nets and tranquilizer guns. Went about chasing the little loin cloth wearing dudes. It looked like a Scooby Doo musical number , I tell. Running to and fro.
Then suddenly out of nowhere, a giant silver blimp , like a Chipolte burrito, appeared above us. Spewing flaming napalm, dropping cluster bombs. With precise accuracy on the demolition crew. And the clown troopers. Careful not to harm the precious capture. I wobbled off , into the jungle and hid.
Suddenly another group of troops arrived, dressed like pastoral farmers. Wearing overalls Covered in body armor. Straw hats and carrying pitch forks. A giant truck, with a trailer made like a giant foil burrito came as well. On the road that Mcdonald's had paved. The little dudes were prodded into the back of it with the pitch forks. And off they went. To work at Chiplotes back home for 3 bucks an hour.
I was medivaced out several hours later, by a Mcdonald's chopper.
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