Friday, March 14, 2008

Peace at Last?

Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" Just remember, if you drink 40 million glasses of water, you'll fulfill the equivalent of one Vicodin. So, bottoms up!

Two days after I poured a whole bottle of Triple Sec at the feet of the dread Tiki (see below), he departed as mysteriously as he came. He's gone, there's no sign of him. Nor are there the charred ashes of a bonfire.

Such are the ways of the bored gods. Is your god too busy to answer your prayers? Our operators are standing by to take your call.

7 Comments:

At March 14, 2008 , Anonymous Anonymous said...

No way. GONE?

How cool is that. All for a bottle of booze. I'll keep that in mind if it ever happens to me.

Cynthia
beweaver.wordpress.com

 
At March 14, 2008 , Blogger Anne Johnson said...

No sign of dread Tiki. Yes, I recommend anything that mixes well into a drink you'd stuff a little toothpick umbrella in as protection against bad-ass Tikis.

 
At March 14, 2008 , Blogger yellowdog granny said...

maybe he soaked it all in..woke his wooden ass up and he's off looking for something to give him a woody...
ok..i got nothing...

 
At March 14, 2008 , Blogger Elvis Drinkmo said...

My gods? They're always on call. All we need is the Batsignal hanging over all our courthouses and public institutions.

:)

 
At March 15, 2008 , Blogger BBC said...

I might have taken it for my own fire. Na, too long of a trip to your area.

 
At March 16, 2008 , Anonymous mama kelly said...

Im just glad he's gone!!! I do have to wonder where he'll turn up next.

 
At March 17, 2008 , Blogger Anne Johnson said...

Uh oh, Mama. He was headed north on the Turnpike when last I heard...

 

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