This Old Prospector
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
The old prospector's friends wanted to take him out to see the big city. It had been a long time since he had seen so many lights. The prospector insisted on taking his pickaxe and he never went outdoors without his trusty hat. The old prospector combed the bugs out of his beard and brushed his teeth for the second time in a week. Such an occasion that called for a second brushing was sure to be something special.Later that night the prospector had consumed a lot of moonshine while playing cards at a big city party. The moonshine made the old prospector do some stupid things but also some funny things.
The prospector and his friends decided to go to a big city bar. The bar was teaming with many scantily clad college girls and obnoxiously dressed men and the prospector was happy.
The prospector had a trick up his sleeve. In many years of study he had learned the ancient secrets of alchemy. However his ability were not yet perfected. The old prospector could not turn lead into gold. Rather he turned gold into chocolate.At the bar the prospector shared his wealth with the scantily clad college girls and any of the obnoxious guys who figured out what he was.
Later on that Halloween night there were curses heard. The curses were loud enough that it rang in the ears the entire city of Chicago. These curses did not come from a ghoul or a foul mouthed vampire. Rather those curses came from the person who had to scrape and mop and scrape and mop all of the chocolate coins that had fallen to the to the dance floor when the scantily clad college girls saw the face of the old prospector and his patchy beard that came unglued as the night wore on.
posted by Ghengis @ 7:35 PM,
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At November 3, 2006 at 6:59 PM,
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you rock. you just do.
what band were you talking about? i'm lost! help me find my way out of this wilderness of ignorance. please!!!
