*Salvation

"Crazy" is what they called BIlly. By they, I'm referring to everyone who had any interaction with him, other than to say "hello" or "goodbye". But Billy wasn't crazy; he was bewildered. Bewildered by what? He was bewildered by air. Where is it? Why can he only feel it on its own terms? What was it plotting? The problem was that he was always bewildered on the account of it being everywhere and at all times. But then he went into space, and he wasn't bewildered anymore.

So....

I've noticed that during the recent week there haven't really been any visits to my blog :_( As such, I've decided to take certain liberties with today's post (I sought the approval of my reader, e.g. me...notice the lack of the letter 's' after reader to signify the plural form of the word, before posting this).

So will I do with all this freedom?

Priceless artifacts uncovered

I learned quite a while ago that swimming for twenty minutes with a cellphone in your pocket doesn't bode well for the phone. But now have I learned that this is, in fact, not completely true. The phone can survive. So now I feel that I no longer need to waste valuable time, that would otherwise be used living my life, to take and replace a phone from my pocket to swim. This will, no doubt, enable me to pursue many life goals, which previously life would have not supplied enough time for.

So what does all this mean to you, my readers? The phone, that was once believed to be ruined, had contained some priceless text message stories that were believed to be lost. No longer are they lost, and they will be shared on this blog in the upcoming weeks and months by your humble blogger. They will be denoted with a *, so you will be able to know that you are reading a piece of history once was believed to be forever lost to mankind.

Friends Forever?...No

There once lived four friends. They were very close. Two of them worked together, and the other two used to work with them (in fact, that's how they met). The day they were separated was a sad day, to say the least. The day began just like any normal day for them, full of hope and pride. But then came what can only be described as the furry death. Two of them emerged from this tragic event with their jobs intact, while the other two simply emerged. They emerged with their dreams, hopes, and pride broken  (Ed. note: That's a broken heart, not a broken pride...um... organ. If you have a problem, then send me a better picture. That's what I thought). 

After such disappointment and disgrace, they could do nothing other than to leave their job. That is now how it stands. No longer are they four friends, but instead, two groups of two friends. 

What was this furry death? It was a furry bath rob hanging in their place of work which wthe two mistook for a ghost, a furry ghost of death. They were laughed at until they left, never to return to the dry-cleaners again. Their extraordinary cleaning talent...wasted :( 

Story delivered

There once lived these three Martians who owned their own delivery company. They lived happily, until one day they realized an important truth. Killer clowns from outer space were in fact not clowns at all. They wept.