| Bleaching A Zebra's Stripes |
| By: Hope |
| I went on a sufari ride in Africa one day. It was fun, yet dangerous. We saw lions, tigers, and deer, oh my? We passed an ancient tribe amd they were blasting Backstreet's "The Call." I sang along and soon Vicki and Angelina joined in. Hey, I never said it wasn't an ancient tribe that didn't have modern day items. We came by a giraffe's and I saw a whatever you'd call it of zebras and I got a great idea. I jumped off the moving vehicle with my bleach bottle in hand and ran towards one all by itself. It was eating so I took my windbreaker off and poured bleach onto it. Angelina yelled, "What the hell are you doing?" "I'm going to bleach the zebra's stripes," I yelled back. Vicki rolled around laughing as Angelina told me I was fucking retarded. I know I'm special. I walked up behind the zebra and the creature lifted his head as I approached him. Than he went back to his eating. I raised my hand and brought the windbreaker to the zebra's skin. I began rubbing the bleach on him, slowly at first than more vigorous. At that moment I guess the zebra just went. "You look a little wet," Vicki yelled to me. Yep, you guessed it, the zebra peed on me. I guess bleaching a zebra's stripes doesn't work. Oh well. Yeah, they were Hope's new shoes too. She whined for about two weeks about it. (Angelina) She got annoying. (Vicki) |