The fact of the matter is that Tree and Truck had never met. Circumstances just hadn't allowed it. One day, that ALL changed. That day was not much different than any other day. Truck was going down the road, singing his favorite old country songs. He approached Aclosed abruptly as usual. "Hello, Aclosed!" said Truck. "Damn you, Truck. Everytime you come by you make me angry." said Aclosed.
Suddenly, Aclosed began to groan. His countenance grew brighter. "Jolly, oh! I'm Ajar, from afar." Aclosed said in his mock foreign accent. Truck, quite used to this routine, simply passed on through.
Hilly always slept, mind you, so Truck just started moving along his side. He remembered to make sure that Aclosed would return to his normal state of mind. As he was listening to Aclosed return to reality, he lost his footing on Hilly's side and started rolling down towards the forest at an incredible rate. All of a sudden, BAMMM! Truck had bumped right into Tree's foot. Tree seemed unaware that anything had happened. Tree was stalwart and hadn't even budged from the collision. Truck was trying to keep his head from spinning. He had managed to put a huge bump in his head.
Unfortunately, Tree and Truck couldn't talk because they were from two different peoples, but here is what they said to each other, not knowing that the other could hear what they were saying: Truck - "Thanks man from breaking my fall. Do you have any aspirin?" Tree - "Hmm. Watch where you are going, Bitch!" Tree continued to live happily ever after and truck still is sitting with the other BAV's. That stands for Busted Ass Vehicles. The end.
~The Narrating Norweigan

5 comments:
Verry verry funny, one question though... what happened to Truck's brain after his head got busted up. Was it in tact enough to be chriogenetically preserved? And if so, when is the pre-determined thaw date. I would like to attend the cerimony.
James I don't appreciate the racial comment that two different people groups can't communicate. Tasteless indeed.
That doesn't worry me as much as Clay's spelling skills. That is the most atrocious display of the misuse of the English language since Dan Quayle that this Master Race has ever seen.
"Maybe poker's just not your game, Clay. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!"
I want to know if the narrating norwegian was driving the truck...
No, I was not driving.
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