Day: February 10, 2015

Surrealist Prattle…

Dear John, So, there I was… deep in the heart of the Amazon, caught-up in a towering struggle of the intellect with a geographically confused polar bear and a bunch of daisies with an attitude, when this dyslexic dog, who thought she knew everything and in fact thought she’d made everything, and was therefore entitled to all sorts of outrageous titles and grants of land in the Yukon, and consequently was free to dig and scratch wherever she wanted to – and who was refereeing the contest from deep within that special state of doggy-ness which I know we all hope to aspire to one day – this dog calls for a recess, see, and so we were all involved in a rousing game of “Thumb Your Nose at the Nearest Tree and Then Run Around in Circles While Cleaning Each Others Bellybuttons With A Complacent Porcupine” when this bag of french fries… (french fries, I ask you!?!) who was only there in the role of an observer, after all, this bag of french fries comes up to …