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:
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
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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.
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...
My gods? They're always on call. All we need is the Batsignal hanging over all our courthouses and public institutions.
:)
I might have taken it for my own fire. Na, too long of a trip to your area.
Im just glad he's gone!!! I do have to wonder where he'll turn up next.
Uh oh, Mama. He was headed north on the Turnpike when last I heard...
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