An Elephant Once Spoke to Me.....
One labor day weekend, a friend and I decided at the last minute to head off to sunny San Diego for a last minute vacation. We packed our cutest bikinis and board shorts, filled up the ol CRX, picked up the mandatory Diet Cokes and Pretzels and hit the road. We weaved in and out to traffic, pushing my little car to make it through the desert in record speed. Thoughts of the beach, checking out the cute surfers and maybe doing some touristy stuff swirled around my little head. We got in around 8 pm and decided to grab dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. I ordered a concoction of goat cheese, red peppers and eggplant and was nice and full, patting my bulging tummy after a meal of pure gluttony feeding frenzy. We settled in at the local Travelers Inn and turned back the musty sheets for a good nights sleep. Or soo I thought... something about that pizza just killed me from the inside out. I made good friends with the bathroom tile that night.. God, food poisoning is a bitch! The next morning, we had made plans to hit the San Diego Wildlife park and being the trooper that I am, I hoofed it through the park grumbling tummy and all. After about an hour of misery, I told my friend to go on without me, that I would take a rest and maybe close my eyes for a few minutes on a hill near the elephants. As I laid there, I heard a husky deep voice calling me. I turned my head and saw all 4 elephants staring in my direction. I dreamily walked up to them realizing that my state of sickness was causing some minor dillusions. I sat directly in front of them, wondering out loud, "how long is this shit gonna last?" The eldest of the elephants stepped forward and somehow spoke to me, not out loud mind you, but somehow told me to go up the hill and there I would find an herb garden. He said to eat a handful of spearmint and I would feel better. It struck me as odd, I had never been to the park before and never once glanced at a map. But fuck at this point I was feeling like I was gonna colapse, so I followed his instructions and walked up the hill. Sure enough there was a herb garden and I picked the spearmint and ate it. Within minutes the roaring and thrashing of my stomach stopped and I felt ok. I went back to the elephants to thank them but they all turned the opposite direction and would not turn to even look at me, no matter how hard I tried to get their attention. Strange but true...........
One labor day weekend, a friend and I decided at the last minute to head off to sunny San Diego for a last minute vacation. We packed our cutest bikinis and board shorts, filled up the ol CRX, picked up the mandatory Diet Cokes and Pretzels and hit the road. We weaved in and out to traffic, pushing my little car to make it through the desert in record speed. Thoughts of the beach, checking out the cute surfers and maybe doing some touristy stuff swirled around my little head. We got in around 8 pm and decided to grab dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. I ordered a concoction of goat cheese, red peppers and eggplant and was nice and full, patting my bulging tummy after a meal of pure gluttony feeding frenzy. We settled in at the local Travelers Inn and turned back the musty sheets for a good nights sleep. Or soo I thought... something about that pizza just killed me from the inside out. I made good friends with the bathroom tile that night.. God, food poisoning is a bitch! The next morning, we had made plans to hit the San Diego Wildlife park and being the trooper that I am, I hoofed it through the park grumbling tummy and all. After about an hour of misery, I told my friend to go on without me, that I would take a rest and maybe close my eyes for a few minutes on a hill near the elephants. As I laid there, I heard a husky deep voice calling me. I turned my head and saw all 4 elephants staring in my direction. I dreamily walked up to them realizing that my state of sickness was causing some minor dillusions. I sat directly in front of them, wondering out loud, "how long is this shit gonna last?" The eldest of the elephants stepped forward and somehow spoke to me, not out loud mind you, but somehow told me to go up the hill and there I would find an herb garden. He said to eat a handful of spearmint and I would feel better. It struck me as odd, I had never been to the park before and never once glanced at a map. But fuck at this point I was feeling like I was gonna colapse, so I followed his instructions and walked up the hill. Sure enough there was a herb garden and I picked the spearmint and ate it. Within minutes the roaring and thrashing of my stomach stopped and I felt ok. I went back to the elephants to thank them but they all turned the opposite direction and would not turn to even look at me, no matter how hard I tried to get their attention. Strange but true...........
Banksy's elephant said to leave him the fuck alone, he likes the make-up and thinks he looks HOT!!! You silly PETA people get a life..............
9 comments:
now i know where that name "shrooooom" monkey is coming from.
Once I took shrooms I watched an ice skating pepper on Lake of Bays near Toronto. Almost the whole night. It was nice :-)
That's a cool, trippy story Shrooms. Elephants are wise like that ya know.
Oh, and congrats on being listed on Rumor 100. We need to get you moved up on that list.
Elephants would make great pharmacists, they'd supposedly never forget anything, right?
yeah, fuck peta! who wouldn't want a hot pink elephant frolicking around their backgarden? he's probably more lucky with ladies now...
Bubbly Theater- heh, heh my shroom lovin days are well behind me, but I still have fuck up little flashbacks now and then and those midgets in the corner hiding under the blankets are always laughing at me, it creeps me out....
Sherry- they were wierd creatures, that event kinda wierded me out... Yeah, I think the top 100 thing is a hoot- I gotta post more celebrity stuff....
Mob- hell yeah, there won't be any of that fucked up drug interaction mix ups and no over dosages- they are wicked brighter than us...
syandiedtoday- I think that Banksy's ele looked cool, I would totally have one and even shovel all that shit if I could have one soo colorful and fancy...
That's a great story Shroomy. If only a bit of peppermint would quell PETA's sometime insanity.
So psychedelic! Perhaps you could tap their powers for even greater purposes...
Dale- yeah Peta is silly, I mean seriously, why else would God have made little minks and those pretty soft foxes.. What would I use to line my handcuffs without fur???? Speaking of which Dale.... how did you get out of yours???? You don't want me to have to get out my PETA friendly bullwhip do you?? Remember how bad that nylon stung????
Tumuli- like my own kick ass army of elephants, all pretty and evil and smart- just like me.... killer!
Get the real whip out and make me feel it baby.
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