| Buying Milk | ||||||||||
| by Matt Johnson | ||||||||||
| So, the other day, my dad asked me to go to the store to pick up some milk. He didn�t have any for his cereal, you see. So I got in my car and cranked up the volume of my Riddlin� Kids CD and was yelling �Your problems will stop� if you leave the BITCH tonight!� with the song while cruising down the road at an incredible speed of 25mph. I got to the store and parked and went inside. When I got to the store, I went straight to the milk section. Sadly, there was only one jug of milk left. I reached for it the same time a 60-year-old woman did. So, being the good citizen that I am, I looked at here and said, �Let it go lady! That�s MY MILK!� So, the old lady reached into her purse and pulled out a whistle. She blew it as loud as she could. Then, out of nowhere, a dozen ninjas dropped from the ceiling and said, �That� is� grandmother�s� milk� give� it� back!� So, when surrounded by ninjas, what could I do except give the milk back? Except I DIDN�T give her the milk. Instead, I pulled the num-chucks out of my pocket and went all Bruce Lee and took out 9 of the ninjas. Then, I jumped in the air Matrix-style and wind-kicked the heads off of Ninja�s #10 and 11. Ninja #12 (who the old lady called Billy) crapped his pants and ran away. The old lady then turned into an 8-foot demon. But, I had grabbed the milk, paid for it, and was driving out of the parking lot before her tranformation into the monster was complete. In my rear-view mirror I could see the monster rip the roof off the store. Then she was shot down by the Safeway Swat team. Dad got his milk. True story. |
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