Sunday, February 17, 2008

Day 78: The Killer Gnomes

Remind me the next time I start thinkin' that I'm seein' agrobiology gnomes following me to NOT shoot at them with my plasma rifle. The cap' damn near tore me a new one after I sobered up and realized what I'd been up to. Ya see... there seems to have been a little extra somethin'-somethin' in my snake whiskey. I have to admit that I do feel kick ass now that I know all those gnomes are dead. Their beady little eyes were followin' me around! I swear! So, yeah, I realize they probably weren't really there. Whatever. A good gnome is a dead gnome. That's what mom always says.

Another bonus of soberin' up completely? No more thinkin' that I can go outside the cargo bay door without a pressure suit. Nice. Stupid gnomes outside on the hull! They were tauntin' me, I tell ya.

I'm packing all my goods for the trip to camp tomorrow. A transport barge is supposedly pickin' me up at the crack of 'verse time. I've decided my old stun gun Marge out of retirement. See you guys tomorrow night.

3 comments:

jamais vu said...

Mmmhmm. You KNOW that chillin' wit da gnomies will getcha a really bad rash. Hope u had an immunity booster before u shot yer wad.. er.. PLASMA rifle.. everywhere.

lumy12 said...

Hey Jayne! Long time no update! Did you abandon this just like 90-day-Jane did? lol

HeySlowChildrenAtPlay.com said...

gnome killa! we need to go travel back to the year 1985 and keep the gnomes from being born in the first place.