There was once a small wood land creature called Attila. Everyday Attila would drive his tubo charged jet black diesel sports recreational vehicle the two kilmoeters into town. He would ignore the posted speed limits; he would flashing his little furry index finger at the flash of the red light camera. He would accellerate toward the children crossings at schools trying to vent the rage he felt toward the human race and its contempt of the natural world.
Later, as the madness had eased, he would drive over to the nearest greasy Joe's hamburger shop and buy the super upsized cow and a half meal and completely fail to get into the pants to the 16 year old drive thru girl. Attila would then head over to the petrol station and fill up for the long drive back home where he would spend the afternoon watching reruns of gilligan's island in the hope of trying to understand the deeper meaning of the human condition.
Unknown Curious
- 18 years, 3 days ago
