My nephews mom sent me one of these on Facebook once and I absolutely lost it because it was the same day that my coworker invited us all for a game of “five beers of defiance” but when we got there she roped us into a game of Russian roulette, except instead of a gun it was a beaker of piss.
She said some guy named Tom was kind enough to provide it and assured us that it was not in fact Tom from MySpace but rather a completely different person named Tom(who knew it was such a common name?).
Anyway we’re all stuck there and the next bus doesn’t come for 3 and a half more hours so we decide we’ll play. Well this coworker failed to tell everyone that she has this disgusting pet turtle who likes to lick the laminate flooring in her living room so everyone’s all pretty disgusted at this point and not really feeling the game of piss beaker roulette. We all wish her a Merry Christmas and a happy birthday and go wait out in the rain for the bus. Longest 3 and a half hours of my life and when the bus finally arrived the driver’s mom who was sitting in the passenger seat gave us shit for being soaking wet.
If you’re not published, you should be.
Isn’t amazing how the user that made that comment goes unrecognized by the literary world? Probably wasting their talents with some joke job when they could be writing block buster screen plays
It has some strong David Lynch vibes. We’re presented with a pretty mundane situation. Then, the events of the story slowly chip away at the familiar elements of the environment, revealing it to be a facade until we’re left staring at the ever-growing gap between individual perception and empirical, objective reality, calling into question various ontological and epistemological assumptions. It’s like staring at a photograph until we can see it as the cloud of particles that it is and then realizing that it’s always been that way. The intensely surreal feeling reveals itself to be the process of the mind resolving cognitive dissonance while accepting the infinite and stochastic nature of the physical universe. A game, a mislead, a piss beaker, and a bus. These elements changed us as we changed them by perceiving them, and then, life goes on.
It made me think of Albuquerque by Weird Al. Absurd, long, silly, fun, always leading into the next thing but never quite reaching it.
Give me six cigarettes, a can of soup and Limp Bizkit’s discography on repeat and I’ll give you the best screen play you’ve ever read.
That is a beautiful story. Thank you so much for telling it.
Exact same thing happened to me last week but instead of a pet turtle it was a wild armadillo.
Great you got a new message from Nicole!
I’ve been worried sick about her.
I really really like this image. Can I save it?
You may save it. And now do your best to receive the same type of private messages for the content that you post to brighten up others. Best of Luck.
