I bought a new backpack recently. It has the little straps on the outside so one can carry stuff (...? a canteen or somthing) My mom was being typically crazy when I bought the bag. "What are you going to use those straps for?? I smoke crack!!"
I had to think quickly... "umm... I'm going to carry a dinosaur in it." Problem solved... or at least delayed.
I went to the mall and in Kay-bee (a toy store that does not carry Slinkys) I purchased a dinosaur. There was a green one with small purple dots and an orange one. Green is my favorite colour, plus the green one was way cooler because he had one of those skull-helmet things so it can headbutt other dinos. The orange one is a parasoloraulfoueosloisisisisos... or somthing like that. I can't pronounce the name, and it isn't nearly as cool an animal. But, even with those two strikes against it, I chose that one. Orange matches with my bag and my new hat. One of my friends remarked that this is quite a new side of me, actually bothering to match colors. Well folks, I'm trying to make a statement here. That statement being: I like Dinosaurs.
Now I need to name him. I'm leaning towards Earl, or perhaps Denver. Which brought up an interesting question in my mind. Remember Denver the Last Dinosaur? The theme song went like this: "Denver the Last Dinosaur, he's our friend and a whole lot more..." What is the whole lot more? The most obvious reply is "not only was he a friend, he was a dinosaur." But the theories involving drugs and sex are also popping up. Was Denver really just a thirty-year old pusher who got little kids high and convinced them that he was a dinosaur? "No kids, really I am your dinosaur friend and a whole lot more, now smoke this." I don't think I'll be able to look at Denver the same way again. |
