Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think.

Wanderings

Screw tim, this episode is focusing on smurfy.

Take that...jake..or...Kyle..whatever your name is.


My wanderings.
A story of the Smurf.


I wander around aimlessly alot.
As you might will know, this causes starnega nd marvelous things.

Like my discovery that dead things float on my pond, and live ones don't. that's a story for another day. or perhaps just to keep me out of jail.

Anyway.

So, one day, Smurfy wandered
And he wandered.

And I heard an odd sound, one that sounded, to me, like "A dying dog" For whatever reason.

Now I looked up, into the trees from the gulley, and I beheld a very odd sight, which I have not encountered again.

It was a umongous DEATHBIRD

This bird cleared over the tops of the trees in a mere second.

But it floated through trees like a shadow! IT WAS A GIANT DEATHBIRD.

One of a kind I always said.

And then, upon creating enough bravery to enter the woods, the realm of GIANT DEATHBIRD, I simply walked through the dying dog noises and proceeded to the field. Where I sort of walked for 4-19 minutes after drinking a CODE RED MOUNTAIN DEW.

Curse that soda.

Now after this I heard a strange roaring sound, as a cat. Or perhaps a gopher.

BUT IT WAS A FOUR-WHEELER

Those stupid kids

RIDING IN MY FIELD

So smurfy got vicious.

I walked to edge of the woods and STARED at them.

They srot of started riding towards me so I searched out shelter in the wilderness.


Kind of like that time when kyle psuhed me through a window and I ran to the math building.

THAT TO IS ANOTHER STORY.
(And sam's version sucks)

So, they stop, and look into the woods, but Im in a tree. and then they ride off nto the sunset. AND I CHEERED


Then they came back with another four-wheeler, so I sort of just left.

Stupid kids.

So the moral of TODAYS story is:

When faced with GIANT DEATHBIRDS and stupid kids, ne should challenge the deathbirds, and just stare at kids. Because they suck. AND GIANT DEATHBIRDS ROXOR.

The end of part III

Smurfy.

Screw you bill. Or Robert. Whatever your name is.