I was playing a 25 cent sng when a fine fellow suggested I use my gun to escape the petting zoo.
His name is chiptaker28 and like I said seems to be a very nice and very unlucky. I said it had never occurred to me because I don’t have bullets and to be honest other then holding it up like the asshole who shot me with a tranquilizer gun when I was a baby, I have no idea what I am doing. Chiptaker says bluff em. Man it was a pure poker play why didn't I think of that?. Well sure enough I tried. I paid off Mr wrinkles to look scared when I took him hostage, I had to steal a push scooter from some kid too close to the bars so Mr. Wrinkles would do it. Little did I know the kid was from a Shriners group. The little boy starts yelling and the zoo guard comes running along with an old guy in a fez, sturdy shoes and from a tiny car. I got Mr. Wrinkles by the back of the hair and he's crying and screaming up a storm. I am waving the gun around at Mr Wrinkles and at the boys who is crying and shaking also. The guard slowly lets the cage open and I walk back to the Shriner’s tiny car parked on the edge or the petting zoo’s walk. I am dragging Mr Wrinkles who is dragging the lads scooter. I am thinking this is going work, the bluff is working. Just then the boys makes a grab for his scooter, Mr. Wrinkles twists free and rides the two wheeler away, chirping and squealing with delight. The gun which was in my hand gets flung into the air, lands on a rock and goes off. Apparently it shoots little flying monkey’s from the wizard of Oz. ( Go figure). The little plastic monkey hits the guard in the eye, he trips into the Shriner, whose fez flies from his head and lands on mine. I jump into the tiny car sporting the Fez on a rakish angle and hit the gas. Racing away towards the back lot I hit a banana peel , spin the car out, hit a barrier , fly through the air, land butt in the air in my own cage and before I can move , the guard shots me in the ass with a dart making me pass out just like when I was a baby in the jungle. What’s the odds of that happening. Well I guess about the same for losing an other sng to a two outer. ( only one of two tens left hit the river). I will mention it every time it happens ,cause it feels like a lot and the chances shouldn’t be that I end up back in my own cage shot in ass every single night no?
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
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