I was taking a hike deep in the mountains. The pine trees rose tall all around me, making the air smell of citrus. I had the feeling I was being followed. I kept seeing little hobbit like creatures wearing bowties and plusfours. It was kind of creepy.
But it was cool, until this giant Mastadon stood up right in front of me.
“But Mastadons are extinct,” I said.
“Do I look extinct?” The mastadon asked.
“Fuck! A talking mastadon!” I have to admit, I was not at my wittiest, but how would you respond to a talking mastadon?
“So listen dude. I need you to remember something. Can you do that?”
I nodded mutely.
“dubbayu, dubbayu, dubbayu…”
“Whoa, are you giving me a web address?”
“Shutup asshole… and believe me you are gonna be one fine ass… and listen, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once and then I’m gonna disappear.”
“Dissa…”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. And listen.”
“WWW.FLUTHER.COM”
And then, sure enough, he disappeared. Without even a pop, like a soap bubble.
It’s amazing that I remembered, given my memory issues, but when you hear the sermon on the mount, you kinda remember it.
And here I am.
And that’s my avatar, too.