One fateful night Bo and his "friends" went out for a night of carousing.
They first hit the Tavern d'Bruno and after a few good-sized pitchers of
ale headed for the House du Misterie where they enjoyed a rather risque
show of nude ladies being sawed in half. By the time of "last lantern"
(about 11 o'clock p.m. by the standards of our readers) the boys had
visited three taverns, two rumble pits, one very 'special' sheep shearer,
and the magic house. Bo was feeling high - emotionally (for being 'one of
the boys') and physically (after eating what looked like a mushroom sold
by the sheep shearer).
"Okiedokie," said Jer. Ben and Roots both snickered. "It's time, my fellows." They walked past a night watchman and went down an alleyway. Behind some barrels Roots rummaged and brought out some supplies. "I's got the toilet paper." Before they knew it they were in the square staring up at the statue of the Shining Knight. Before the semi-drugged, semi-willing, semi- understanding Bo knew it, he was alone in that square with the toilet paper in his hand. He stared up at the statue of a man some doubted even ever lived. How odd it is when in a drunken and drug-induced stupor what thoughts/memories will come unbidden to one's mind. Bo thought of the world, his world, of Allar Nation and its Premier. He thought of his civics class and tried to remember how mediacracies were supposed to work. He thought back to when his country used to be called Allaria, when it was a monarchy... ages ago. ~~screw it!~~ he thought. ~~ain't no dragon hunters no more, ain't no demon hunters, ain't nothing no more, nothing but da boys!~~ And with that he flung the first roll of toilet paper, and then another and another and another.
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