+ I made the LONGEST POST EVAR.
- For me, anyway.
+ It was all from memory!
+ COPY 'N PASTE!
"Way back when I was just a little bitty boy livin' in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house a half a block down the street from Jerry's bait shop, you know the place. Well, anyway, life back then, everything was going swell and everything was just PEACHY! Except for the undeniable fact that every single morning, my mother would feed me a big 'ol bowl of saurkraut for breakfast.
A BIG BOWL OF SAURKRAUT!
EVERY SINGLE MORNIN'!
It was driving me crazy! So I went to my mom and I said, "Hey, mom, what's up with all the saurkraut?"
And my dear sweet mother, she just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train. And she leans right down next to me, and says
"IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!"
Then she tied me to a wall and pour-fed me nothing but saurkraut until I was twenty-six and a half years old! That's when I swore that one day, one day I would get out of that basement and travel to a magical faraway place where the sun is always shining, the air smells like warm root beer, and the towels are oh so fluffay! Where there's shriners on the levers, where's there's ukelele's all day long and anybody on the street will shave your back for a nickel!
Well, the very next day my dream came true because a local radio station was having this contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Lenord Nemoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize! That's right, a first-class one-way ticket to
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaallbuquerque!
I've never been on a real airplane before, and I've got to tell ya, it was really great. Except for the fact that I had to sit between two large albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor, and the little kid in back of me threw up all the time, and the flight attentandts ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts, and the in-flight movie was Biodome with Pauly Shore!
Oh, yeah, and three of the airplane engines blew out and we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside and the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died!
Except for me. You know why?
Because I had my traytable up, and my seat back in the full upright position!
So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage, draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball, and my lucky lucky lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel!
But finally I arrived in the world-famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn, where the towels are oh so fluffay! And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you want to, it's okay, they're clean!
So I check into my room, and I turn down the AC, and I turn on the Spectravision, and I'm about to eat that little chocolate mint on your pillow that I love so very very much, when suddenly, there's a knock on my door.
"Who is it?" No answer.
"Who is it?!" No answer.
"Who eeez it?" They're not saying anything, so I go over to the door, and just as I expected, there's a big, fat hermaphrodite with a Flock of Seagulls haircut and only one nostril! Oh, man, I hate it when I'm right. Anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel, and I'm like "Hey, you can't have that! That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me!" And he's like, "Tough." And I'm like, "Give it!" And he's like, "Make me!" And I'm like... "Kay!" So I run in and he grabs my esophogous and I bite his ear off and he gives me a colonic irrigation, yes indeedy you'd better believe it! And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook. And about twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice. You know what it said? I'll tell you what it said! It said
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and dial again, if you need help hang up and dial your ooooperator, In"
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaallbuquerque!
So, long story short, he got away with my snorkel. And I made a solemn vow, right then and there, that I would not rest, I would not sleep for an instant, until the one-nostriled man was brought to justice. But first, I decided to go get some donuts.
So I get into my car and I drive over to the donut shop and I go up to the guy behind the counter and he's like "Yeeaahhh, whaddya want?"
And I'm like, "You got any glazed donuts?" And he's like "No, we're outta glazed donuts." And I' like, "You got any jelly donuts?" And he's like "No, we're outta jelly donuts." And I'm like, "You got any apple fritters!?" And he's like "No, we're outta apple fritters!" And I'm like, "YOU GOT ANY BEAR CLAWS?!" And he's like,
"Wait a minute, I'll go check."
.........."No, we're outta bear claws!"
So I said, "In that case, in that case what DO you have?" He says, "All I've got right now is this box of one dozen starving crazed weazels." So I say, "All right, I'll take that."
So I take the box and I open up the lid and immidiatly these flesh-eating weasels start latching onto my face, they were just goin' nuts! I run out into the street, yelling and screaming like a constipated weiner dog, when suddenly I run into the girl of my dreams. Her name was Zelda. She was a caligraphy enthusiast with skin bearing the color of strained peaches. And the first thing she said to me was,
"Hey. You've got weasels on your face."
Just there I knew it was true love! We were inseperable after that! We ate together, we bathed together, we even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss! So we got hitched and had ourselves two beautiful children, Nethanial and Superfly! We were so very, very happy. Oh yeah.
But one faithful night, Zelda said to me "Sweety pumpkin, would you like to join the Columbia record club?" And I say "WOAH baby! I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment!"
So we broke up and I never saw her again, but that's just the way things go in
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaallbuquerque!
That's fine though, because the next week I got the job of my dreams. That's right, I got a part-time job at the sizzler! I even got Employee Of The Month that one time I put out a grease fire with my face. Everyone was pretty jealous of me after that. Oh yeah, I was getting a lot of atta'tude.
Like this one time where I'm trying to remove excess earwax with a golf pencil, when I see this guy Marty trying to carry this sofa up the stairs all by himself! So I say, "Hey, you want any help with that?" and he says "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw."
So I did.
And then he gets all indignant on me! He says, "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic!" Well, that's just great. How was I supposed to know that? I'm not a MIND-READER for cryin' out loud.
Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote. I'm walking along, and this guy comes up to me and says he hasn't hade a bite in three days. Well, I knew what he meant, but just to be funny
I took a big bite out of his juglar vein!
So he starts running and bleeding and screaming all over! I say, "Hey, come on, don't you get it?" But he just running and rolling and bleeding all over the sidewalk! Man, some people can't take a joke.
So, anyway.... Uh.. I seem to have lost my train of thought... I guess the point I'm trying to make here, is that
I
HATE
SAURKRAUT!
That's all I'm really trying to say. Oh, and if you ever find yourself in some existential quandry full of loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful, meaningless existence... At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy mixed-up universe of ours there's still a little place called
Alburquerque
Alburquerque
Alburquerque, Alburquerque
Alburquerque, Alburquerque
Alburquerque, Alburquerque
Alburquerque, Alburquerque
I said "A" (A)
"L" (L)
"B" (B)
"U" (U)
.................
"Querque!" (Querque!
Alburquerque, Alburquerque, Alburquerque, Alburquerque
Alburquerque, Alburquerque, Alburquerque, Alburquerque
Alburquerque, Alburquerque, Alburquerque, Alburquerque Alburquerque, Alburquerque, Alburquerque, Alburquerque
ALBURQUERQUE!
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