Shortly after yesterday's game concluded, an ominous wind blew what I believed to be a simple piece of cardboard trash down the alley and into my garage where I had been enjoying a cigar and watching the Fightin' Texas Aggies BTHO Penn. As I picked it up, I noticed some writings on it. Figuring it was probably some homeless scribble, I made my way to the recycle bin when it became apparent this was some sort of makeshift ouija board.
I threw it in the bin anyway.
This morning I went to get a breakfast beer from the garage to get loose for the USA v CAN match and in the fridge, above my box of beer, was the cardboard ouija board. I decided to grab the board and the next nearest thing I could think would double as a planchette; a second beer. After lighting a black candle and locking the dog in the other room (just in case), I asked the board who was there.
Dang ol' Walter Brimley answered the call. I asked him what he wanted. He asked if I've been eating my oatmeal, as it's the right thing to do. I told him WE'VE BEEN PUTTING AWAY THE QUAKERS ALL WEEKEND AND TODAY WILL BE NO DIFFERENT BECAUSE IT'S MOTHER EFFIN' GAMEDAY!!!
He said that was good enough for him, and that he can now ascend back home. The candle blew out, my door swung open and as I looked up to see my dog coming into the room, the cardboard was sucked out the door and down the street, never to be seen again.
Both beers somehow also were emptied.
[img]https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/pw/AP1GczMORaBop3nsVnUG2uXXLMSx91G2IYGXmvLw-l1DVniSf9tUiG6wpKnbtkqXVq9S3sTkfz67XyI6XbOaEajzj9T9xfmeu6RYMZa-JsMBT3JDESxzgyPIhKgG4fGWTNdGlyQ0AZiWSSlKBlgBcGCX4QpfQg=w1268-h845-s-no-gm?authuser=0[/img]
