Pete's Failed Money Maker: The Utopia of Mediocrity

If you're looking for well-written, thoughtful, gramatically correct, truthful narratives you've come to the wrong place. Here, you will find nothing but rhetorical nonsense that not only waste your time but the author's own time as well. Lots of words are spelled wrong on this blog, lots of grammatical errors too. I'm not trying to improve on that, either.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Let It Be Known

If I ever go into some kind of coma, and I'm thinking the Money Maker is where they'll come to find out my eternal wishes, I'd like to go unshaven throughout. Yep, if and when I come out of that coma, I want a full blown, shaggy beard and hopefully it's one Reardon would be proud of. I figure that'd be the only thing that would comfort me during my unconsciousness. I'd be content dreaming all day and think that it'd be alright just to lay there and dream away but soon, I'd probably run out of stuff to dream about. I'd hit reruns of the same dreams and get bored. I would think I'd be all "enough is enough", you know? I'd get sick of it all and try to wake up, probably forget I was in a coma, freak out, and have a mental breakdown. The one thing that might bring back my sanity is my favorite recreational activity, beard growing. Coma nurses don't need to be wasting their time shaving me, I wish against that and a man's wishes when he's comatosed need to be heeded!

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