It was dark. I think. No wait. Light? Yeah, it was light. Anyway, so...
It was dark, ah damnit. Okay last time.
*inhales*
It was light. Because, you know, it is daytime. And I am walking down the street and there is this car, right? And it is really cool. A Lancia Delta, In it's original red, with a rally body kit and high, comfortable suspension. The good stuff. And this car is loud. Like, super loud. Revving because it knows that people like me appreciate that kind of stuff. So I am crossing the road to get to my favourite coffee shop in which I get my tea.It's called discs and has an abundance of records mounted on the walls, cool music playing, and a downstairs shop where more records, sleeves and record players can be purchased. As I cross the road I am once again admiring the Lancia until I am hit by something less awesome. A tan Vauxhall Corsa. I mean, come on, TAN? Trust me you will never see anything more disgusting ever that that tan Vauxhall other that what made it less tan. Me. Yeah. That's what you get for having a dead taste in cars and colour. Your tan monstrosity is now tastefully resprayed with a blood-splattered design. I hope he likes it. I, on the other hand, did not get to see the look on his face because I was too busy going into the light. That is pretty much all I remember before waking up in this hospital bed. It smells weird...
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