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There was this guy called Bob (i used to have a drawing of him somewhere) he is a guy who doesn't do very much, he isn't
sepcial really, he just like to hang out with his friends. But one day when he was walking along he found a magic log, he
knew it was magic because it could talk. Bob couldn't be arsed lifting it because he was knackard from sitting down all day,
so he sat down and talked to it for a bit. They talked about there usual routines, girls and beer. Bob had found out that
the magical log was in fact only a magical branch imprisoned in a log (would u believe it). That just confused Bob so he said
to the log, "Im sorry my religion forbids me talking to you, I have already dammed myself to hell and i must salavge what
i can, goodbye". Bob went home.
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