by Detective TurtleHolmes on Wed Apr 15, 2009 2:02 am
Not the most terrible thing I have ever done, I'm sure, but the only thing I can remember at the moment, in my sleep deprived state.
My brother was absolutely terrible at playing the recorder. You know, the five year old's version of a flute. It disassembled into three pieces, so I took it apart, put one bit in an empty ice cream bucket, filled it with water, then put it at the bottom of the freezer. Another bit, I climbed to the top of a light pole and duct taped it to the top. The final and most important bit, the whistle end, I took about a kilometre away from my house. My house was near an abandoned quarry, which was now full of water and was probably poisonous, so I went to the top of the cliff overhanging it and pitched it as far as I could into it.
He found the bit in the freezer, but I wouldn't let up for any of the other bits. Then he got a violin.
A flap of the wings yesterday means big changes tomorrow.
Let's work together to keep the present inevitable.
So yeah, I went and got a
blog.