Strolling about on fartsphere this morning I came across the heavenly trip story. But what interested me was not this fact, but rather the names they use to sign their posts and the different versions of the divine voyage up the hills. OK Mr.Wankster and his disciples went up the hill like Jack & Jill went up the hill.
It seems the perfect way to spend a no moon day in the fools’ paradise. Climb up, Chill, you may fall, don’t worry, you can still be a saint that fell, (or was it just dropped?)
We had a good time except that we were let down by the dark side daily. The headless showed us hill this and hill that, even showed us the toilets when Aiya wanted to pee. But simply wasn’t the true kandyan hospitality we would have expected. He ditched us, the aliens from another planet… How sad? How rude? He even got late. He may have figured out his public image around the city would be at risk had he joined a gangsta groupie with odd hairstyles, cargo pants, no pants, cigarettes and speaking an alien language. Filthy as it may, dark side was a smart-ass maestro who simply knew his limits. Reputation matters after all?
Never mind that, in the end we did what we wanted to do, we ate the Kimbula, we smoked, and we ate, and smoked and ate and smoked and ate and we smoked…
Upholding our image as cow dung collectors, we treated ourselves, gave self-promotions. We couldn’t resist the elephant dung when we saw a few elephants. We collected them, filled our bags with them… Yes, Kerry and I will recycle them. We will make environmentally friendly papers from elephant dung. Talking of environmental accountability, we fulfilled our duties pretty well. We had our annual bath, all of us together…, Well, you could call it a Seven some orgy, but we just bathed. Thus purified the air… the earth, the sky and the heavens...
Paradise is clean again. We had our annual bath. That’s the essence… We helped clean air whilst letting out some gas again... The trip was worth our annual bath. :P