After leaving the Uranus Space Station "Utopian Stargate #7" I found myself floating aimlessly through the great void with my new award from the Labia Greens Woman's Group ... yes, the coveted and prestigious Corny Golfer Award. I had a great impulsive and inner implosive compulsion to eat the giant batter dipped pronto pup. It was pre-soaked with yellow mustard and was ohhh so golden brown. Of course I caved, and found myself in search of a 508 oz Big Galaxy Gulp filled with Red Bull and diet Mountain Dew. My fuel gage was on 1/4 tank ... not enough to land safely on Earth, so I looked for the nearest space phone to call in a delivery. To my shock there was a spaceman in there with an unlimited pass card and he was having a conversation with his alien wife on Neptuna. The bastard would NOT even acknowledge I was there waiting - yack yack yackity yak. I was pissed off, and luckily wearing my depends space bag (the Urinator). I waited for about one hour then blew the rathole right out of the sky with my ships eunicalio pulsar ray gun. It was very satisfying, yet there I was with a 88 inch corn dog, and no soft drink. What a bunch of BS !!!!
This has been a blogging challenge post in response to DCR's
Safely Live the Galactic Lifestyle with Galactic Dew!
Please check out HIS posts, then come back here to Hollydale and vote on who is weirder, me or DCR.
