Once a upon a time, in
a planet somewhere near Dairy Queen and a block away from the Reese Pieces
Factory, there was a dude was named Arj Barker. Well, Arj had a cat named
Poopy, and they would have many daring and amazing adventures…okay, they
weren’t daring but their adventures were amazing, sort of…ok…back to the story.
One day, Arj and Poopy were pondering the
meaning of life while looking in the couch for the T.V. remote. “Poopy, can it
be possible…where the hell is… to entwine someone’s entire life’s work
around…it’s go to be… an after-school special and still have it within a two
hour timeframe …ahh! Gothca!…with a valuable lesson in the end?” he waited for
Poopy’s reply, but Poopy didn’t answer. (Since he’s a cat so they don’t answer
back unless you’re on acid or something. Except maybe a meow or two but its not
like you know if he’s saying yes or you’re a dumbass? Ok I’m done ranting, now,
back to story…again.)
He began to flip
through novellas, infomercials for Venetian rowing machines, commercials for a
new manufactured cheese, disturbing images of a purple dinosaur with a cult of
small children willing to do anything (just for that dancing/singing
dino-freak), fluffy Japanese creatures that can only say their name over and
over and over… and any other weird shit that often is found on daytime
television.
The
End…?
A/N:I don’t know if I might continue on this story. Mostly do to I have no idea where to go on and I was a bit liquored up went I wrote it. If I get any ideas on how to go on with it then, I’ll writing more to it. Well, if not, the end. Maybe I’ll write another story, maybe not. Don’t know until I have. I’ll stop now since I’m rambling…