Written By Rob Jarahian October 30, 2009 4 Comments
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In the Mind of Spencer

the rantings of a Madman

Spencer: I’m building a ship. A ship made out of aluminum foil. The best foil you’ll ever find in the jungle of Chile. All walks of life will be aboard the launch of this ship. Mexican, Russian, Jamaican, even Taiwanese will be on this ship. I plan on taking it out in the Pacific Ocean. And let me tell you, this ship is gonna be fast! I got 7 rockets all equipped on the outside of the ship to give me some boost. I bought some bamboo just in case I need to fight off any demons that try to sink us when we’re out there. I brought some plants to give us oxygen. Being that rocket fuel is expensive, I’m using paper. We get the paper for free from the Panda Bears. They’re nice people. (Pandering thoughts: I wonder if Christopher Columbus would have needed me back when he crossed the Sahara Desert in 1402. I would have been good, real good man). So that’s the plan. I hope to procreate the whole human race on this trip.

Pet snake: So how big is this ship?

Spencer: About 2 feet.

Pet snake: 2 feet?! Wait, so how do you plan to fit us all in 2 foot boat Spencer?

Spencer: Ah ha, I knew you’d ask that. I’m already 2 steps ahead of ya. You see, I plan on shrinking us like from that movie, Honey, I Shrunk The Kids.

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Kevin D. C.

Nov 03 at 06:49 AM

This is pretty fucked up.  Were drugs used to get to this place?

 
Bekka Jay

Nov 03 at 09:31 AM

When I’m really sick with the flu, I sometimes have stories and conversations like this in my head.

 
Spencer

Nov 03 at 07:57 PM

Drugs were not really an option on the cruz and I didn’t want no mest up humans to be procreated.  Cause according to the Independence of the Constitution, drugs are bad so no drugs allowed was the motto.  Thank you Kevin and Arreevedercho!

 
Janey One-Two

Nov 06 at 08:39 AM

I feel molested

 

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Life In Fiction

Introduction

To preface this story, my friend Rob has a deep imagination.  Given enough time to ponder, his mind wanders.  I’ve encouraged Rob to let his imagination roam free when he’s feeling this way.  This is the first of many fictional stories that occur in Rob’s mind during his sabbaticals from reality.  It’s a conversation between a homeless man named Spencer and his pet snake. Enjoy.


Sincerely,
Ryan Wetter

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