posted on Nov, 16 2011 @ 05:06 PM
This is in no way an attempt to deminish the miracle performed by the biblical patriarch Mose's, but is my own true account of how I replicated the
feat in my own life.
This is not religious in anyway, so please enjoy it as my own personal tale.
It was about ten years ago that I was lying in bed staring up at the moon with my sweet heart by my side. I was lost in the moment admiring the beauty
of that celestial scene when I heard a voice within. "Mind the seasons my Son.". I grinned proudly for being caught admiring the scene of the full
moon in her beauty when I was interupted again, "NO, mind the seasons my Son!". A bit startled I thought what could I be missing? I am admiring the
beauty of the scene, my heart is full of love for the moment...
Then out of the bathroom I heard a shrill cry that pierced the solitude of my contemplation, "You left the damn seat up again! and why did you leave
your socks and underwear on the floor again!" What the? I thought. My princess slipped away while I was lost in the moment and transformed into a
she-beast from hell! "Dammit, I am out of tampons!" was the final epipheny. It IS that season.
So, the dutiful man gets out of his restful state to once again bring peace and harmony into the home by making the obligatory tampon, chocolate,
midol, and double fudge ice cream run, not forgetting the pickles of course, just in case.
What is open at 12:30 in the morning that would be serve as the proper hunting ground for such a game list? Walmart of course. The place where all
manner of cravings can be met 24/7. So, I go through the light. That bright flourescent heavenly kinda light that is especially bright at 12:30 in the
morning, particularly when your pupils are normally dialated. Inside I make quick work of gathering the essentials. The most dreaded prey is always
saved for last. This way if I am killed in the attempt, at least they will see that I was successful up until this bastard. I steared my cart to the
grounds of the fabled tampon. I knew what beast dwelled in those lands. Fearsome women who do not have men to go there for them. They too are in their
season and doubly sore for not having someone else to tend to them. They will claw out your eyes on sight. So it is wise never to loook them in the
eye. Their ears pick up your heart beat, so you best not look at them lustfully. When I arrived at the head of the isle, I knew I was in the right
place for I saw them there. The red sea of women on the rag.
They hovered over the boxes of tampons like sacred guardians. I waited and waited, hoping to wait them out. For everyone that made a choice and left,
another appeared. I knew if I waited any longer, my home would be destroyed by the she-devil there. So I turned to my father for heavenly advice.
"Call on the wind my Son."
Of course! As if on command I felt a gurgling in my stomach. The pressure was intense. Knowing what I had to do, I proceeded down the Isle. Quickly I
strolled past one Harpie after the other until I reached the center of the Isle. There I let lose the winds of hell. Silently they erupted from my
arse with a heat that could only come from one deadly blast. I continued on to the end of the isle and rounded the canned goods isle. Up through
canned goods and back around to the head of the tampon isle, Voila! The red sea had parted.
True story.
With Love,
Your Brother