Sunday, April 3, 2011

Horror vacui,,,

Finally. Back at my computer, where I can make a proper post.

It's been a couple days, so I think I can mention this now. Ken is an ultra-dick. You know how most people just play stupid jokes for April Fools day? Not him. Oh no. He's too good for all of that.

Tiny bit of backstory, I've always been a bit of an agoraphobe. I'm not afraid, per se, but wide open places unsettle me.

Anyway, he knows this, and come around 11pm, I hear a ratta tat tat on my window. I ignore it, because fuck that shit, I was about to prestige. But it was incessant. So I figure, enough of this shit, right? If it's some bullshit monster, I can take it. I walk out into my back yard, see the usual skitter here and there, and decide to investigate further. I walk a little ways into this field that isn't far from my house, and BAM. Fucking Ken in a bigfoot costume out of nowhere. Scared the shit out of me. (not literally)

If you're reading this, you asshole, this is not over. This just means war.

1 comment:

  1. It sure was literal! Your white shorts were brown!