A Tall Tale

So being in much the same circumstances as my counterpart poster Cowpants I did not feel like repeating an argument against the banes of school. But due to the fact that school owns my life right now I have very little exciting things to tell you. Actually nothing exciting. Life pretty much sucks.

Nothing interesting ever happens in my neighborhood anyway. I mean there was that one time during the great banana riot when six oppressed machete weilding natives tried to settle the great strike with force. Unfortunately we all know how that ended... The Royal Canadian Mounties pretty much settled the dispute with that one well placed hockey puck and voilla everyones back to work. But I mean really, who hasn't that happened to.

I remember my father telling me tales of the excitement and adventure he used to get into as a child. Like that onetime him and Grandad had to cross the great Canadian desert in search of water to fill Lake Okanagan which had sprung a leak. Yeah, its a good thing the Inuit had a nice new pipeline that melted the ice from the artic circle and pumped it down in our direction. A couple of negotitions between my Grandpa and my Dad resolved that and they were back in a jiffy. Metaphorically speaking of course since it is hard to say a forty day journey across the desert on dogsled is a jiffy.

Then again that whole pipeline adventure has been a major source of global warming these days what with the receeding iceline. Some of us here don't wonder if we shouldn't just turn the pipe off and live of cocunut milk. Personally, I figure we should go back to the days of dogsled since the massive tanks we use are hardly good for the enviroment. I mean come on, how many times have you actually had to use the cannon. SERIOUSLY! And no I don't count that one time it scared the crows out of the cornfield as a good reason. When your Panzer is taking up four times as many stalls as my small dogsled team and pumping noxious fumes into the air I think there is a problem. But what can you do?

Anywho, I think I am going to go back to my homework now. Afterall, there seems to be a peacefull witch hunt going on outside and the joyuous cries of "Burn her, burn her!" have always made my studying go better.

Cheers!
-Nathan-