Remember that Stephen King short story
The Langoliers? The one where an airplane full of people is stuck in the past and reality is disintegrating around them? Remember
the movie and that shot of the disintegrating past chasing them down the runway? I still have nightmares about that.
Well, ya know how when you look
out my back doh-wah door you see this?
This morning when I let the dogs out, this is all I saw.
Run, Zsa Zsa! Run!
Should I start driving?
3 comments:
ROFL! That's awsome! I wonder what your vision of that noise was (the one that accompanied the... front) after reading it.
I know what mine is, and when I hear it, Za will be hard pressed to keep up with my fleeing ass!
It's 11 a.m. and still like that. It's really creeping me out, because you can't see the range on the east side either. It's like living back in Jersey.
oh.... then... That's a good thing. Hell, I'm on my way over in that case. Maybe if that shit eats ya' up, you end up back in Jersey... on da' shore! Hells YES!
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