As I lay in bed with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, I heard outside such a clatter, that I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Out on the road several of the sheep farmers who live to the East were heading westward, their old pickup trucks bouncing and rattling over ice and drifting snow. My eyes were drawn to the little town of Jerkwater, where hanging above was a heavenly body, twinkling in the dim light of dawn...... beckoning.
Could it be......?
. . . the men in the white coats coming in to drag your sorry, hallucinating arse off to the nearest specialist mental care facility ??
ReplyDeleteBeware Hermit, could be a trap.
ReplyDeleteTrust No-one! JUst kick back in you favorite chair (Or Shop Stool?) and slowly sip on some Vodka (Cut with Nyquil...WTF?) and soon everything will be fine. I think...
ReplyDeleteYep...that was a flare over the Jerkwater Mall...beckoning you to do last minute shopping...Happy Holidays Herm...and to all a good New Years!
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, it's unlikely they'll find 3 wise men and a virgin!!
ReplyDeleteThey'll never take me alive, Whitey!
ReplyDeletePaul & BC, Yeah, I learned my lesson the last time I thought I saw an image of The Virgin Mary in a misshapen Fig Newton.
Can't be Larry. Ain't no malls in Jerkwater, just the essentials, meth labs, gas stations and a liquor store.
Truer words have never been spoken Andy. After all, Jerkwater is not The City of David, more like The City of Cletus.