Dayum, Yogi, that's the unhappiest Sun God I ever saw in my life.
Zen Yogi: maybe he is stoned? His eyes look wasted.
Only opiates will do that and imagining a Sun God drug addict is too weird.
Zen Yogi: America is weird, Silas
Sure but not that weird.
Zen Yogi: hmmm
Continuing with the Junkie Sun God just gets nasty and dark, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: how about the Sun God in the White House?
See, that gets nasty and dark too, bear buddy.
Zen Yogi: maybe the Sun God took the YouTube challenge to eat a raw ghost pepper?
That could be it, Yogi, since doing that will make you sick as a rat.
Zen Yogi: the video challenges seem to have a singular knack for wiping out those who adhere to them
It's strange, Yogi, but maybe it's because of fluoride in the water.
Zen Yogi: I thought it didn't do anything??
It doesn't but it can still be a great scapegoat.
Ra!
Zen Yogi: whoop de doo?
Ra is the Sun God's name, Yogi. He created us all and he made mankind out of tears and sweat.
Zen Yogi: the tears explain social networks but they don't explain the sweat
I don't think I want to know, Yogi, but only mad dogs and Englishmen tried to deal with him.
Zen Yogi: why?
Ra is the god of the noon-day Sun, Yogi, and he lives in Heliopolis where, not surprisingly, you can find a lotta mad dogs and Englishmen.
Zen Yogi: maybe that's his sardonic 'oh, you fools' look?
I dunno about that, Yogi, as he definitely doesn't look like any fun in the sun.
Zen Yogi: maybe he ate the cole slaw?
That might have been it, Yogi. That stuff is nasty and everyone hates cole slaw. That must have happened because someone ate up all of his KFC Chicken. Who do you think that might have been?
Zen Yogi: Booboo did it
But not you, Yogi?
Zen Yogi: oh, sure, I helped but it was Booboo's great idea
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