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I had just finished polishing my bike and was leaving the house and this big fat freeper comes up to me and says it was his birthday and he wants to buy my bike. Now, I've got the best bike in the world, and I told him I wouldn't sell it for all the money in the world. Not for a hundred million billion trillion dollars. Then he said "you're crazy!" And I cleverly retored, "I know you are but what am I?" Then he said I was a nerd. Then I said "I know you are but what am I?" Then he said I was an idiot. Then I said "I know you are but what am I? I know you are, but what am I? I know you are, but what am I? Infinity." Then he told me to shut up. Then I told him to make me. Then he said "make me!" Then I said, "I don't make monkeys, I just train them." Then he told me to listen to reason, and I told him to be quiet, because I was trying to listen to reason. Then he told me the story about the first time he saw my bike and how he always wanted it (I love that story). Then I took off, and as I was riding away, he told me I'd be sorry.
Anyway, I think I'm going to ride down to the magic shop and pick up some supplies.
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