Daniel P
11-30-2002, 07:45 AM
Once upon a time
In the back of the school
There was a drearious man named Mr. Quansula
He conducted the school band
"Jimmy, what are you doing?"
He looked at Jimmy, playing the tuba
"You don't even play in this God darn forsaken song!"
So he hurled his butan at him
The butan landed in the tuba
And Jimmy was still playing
And he hurled the butan out of his tuba
And it landed in Mr. Quansula's eye
He bled and bled
"My eye, you fool!"
And Jimmy said, "Is he dead?"
Mr. Quansula lay down on the ground
*2 hours later*
The ambulance carried him to the hospital
The sign said, "1 Mile per Hour"
"We have to follow the speed limit."
*4 hours later*
They reached the hospital
The sign said, "Stop."
"Ok."
*Inside the hospital*
The doctor examined his bloody body
"Yep he's dead."
MORAL:
Do not throw butans into tubas.
In the back of the school
There was a drearious man named Mr. Quansula
He conducted the school band
"Jimmy, what are you doing?"
He looked at Jimmy, playing the tuba
"You don't even play in this God darn forsaken song!"
So he hurled his butan at him
The butan landed in the tuba
And Jimmy was still playing
And he hurled the butan out of his tuba
And it landed in Mr. Quansula's eye
He bled and bled
"My eye, you fool!"
And Jimmy said, "Is he dead?"
Mr. Quansula lay down on the ground
*2 hours later*
The ambulance carried him to the hospital
The sign said, "1 Mile per Hour"
"We have to follow the speed limit."
*4 hours later*
They reached the hospital
The sign said, "Stop."
"Ok."
*Inside the hospital*
The doctor examined his bloody body
"Yep he's dead."
MORAL:
Do not throw butans into tubas.