Woke up this morning, thought I was feeling like P. Diddy, boy was I wrong. I yawn, pull my arms in the air, stretch out on my bed (best feeling ever.............almost), then start purposely twitching and laughing to myself. Pull open my shades (blinds...not sure) anyway, i look out and see ten of those really big work horses that the amish have. One is laying there.........dead. All bloody. Really really sick. I dont know what to do because im the only one home and its not like amish have phones. So I call the police. I dont want the amish to think I murdered their horse. So I get brought in to the station and I am questioned. They ask if ive ever shot a gun. (Yes, but it was scary..............aka fun). Then I have to be analyzed by a psychologist. This is all before 9:30. I was released to work. The amish didnt want any charges pressed because they dont believe in law enforcement.
April fools ya fucker. If you believed that youre an idiot.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment