A Story
Once upon a time, in a village far, far away, there lived an Idiot.
One day he disappeared off the face of the planet.
All the people in the village were concerned and dismayed. He'd wandered away from time to time but always managed to find his way back (which is saying something as far as idiots go). This time however, many, many, many, many days passed with no sign of the beloved Idiot.
The people of the village decided to form a search party thinking even if he was not found in favorable condition (aka - alive), at least they would know his fate and feel closure.
They searched all the places he was know to frequent. The snotty coffee-house tavern just outside the village, the elfin bike shop deep in the forest and the witches of hair restoration in the mountainside caves. Alas, no Idiot.
The village people eventually gave up all hope of finding him. There were many theories of what may have happened to him - he found a ring, became obsessed with it and moved to middle earth, he may have been mistaken for a Hari Krishnas and returned to their remote commune, he may have been poisoned by bananas, he might have been caught in the great llama stampede - but the truth was never known.
As years past, his story (with all theories combined) became that of legend, told around campfires to frighten children about the perils of being an idiot and straying from the village.
The End.
One day he disappeared off the face of the planet.
All the people in the village were concerned and dismayed. He'd wandered away from time to time but always managed to find his way back (which is saying something as far as idiots go). This time however, many, many, many, many days passed with no sign of the beloved Idiot.
The people of the village decided to form a search party thinking even if he was not found in favorable condition (aka - alive), at least they would know his fate and feel closure.
They searched all the places he was know to frequent. The snotty coffee-house tavern just outside the village, the elfin bike shop deep in the forest and the witches of hair restoration in the mountainside caves. Alas, no Idiot.
The village people eventually gave up all hope of finding him. There were many theories of what may have happened to him - he found a ring, became obsessed with it and moved to middle earth, he may have been mistaken for a Hari Krishnas and returned to their remote commune, he may have been poisoned by bananas, he might have been caught in the great llama stampede - but the truth was never known.
As years past, his story (with all theories combined) became that of legend, told around campfires to frighten children about the perils of being an idiot and straying from the village.
The End.
posted by Stephanie at
11/08/2006 12:26:00 PM
9 Comments:
i heard the aliens abducted him and performed unspeakable experimentson him.
be afraid, be very afriad....
And they didn't return him because of the strong resemblance to their captain?
he is not missing...he is down the street - I divorced him this year...or it is this one...
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g67/Chicagoboy12/idiot.jpg
Sorry, couldn't resist!!!!
Did you look halfway up the hill from the brass pig?
I saw him there yesterday!
LOL. I think I'll just sit here in the tavern and sip a diet ale whist I wait for him to return. The world outside the village gates is a dark and dangerous place ... or so I'm told.
TG
that tommy is a wise man....give him a big bowl of peanuts too.
I'm joining Tommy, the Idiot always comes back home, we can wait....
He probably just came back and rejoined the villagers as his long lost twin brother. Village idiots usually are amongst plenty of company, so the laugh's on them!
LMAO! I know I am eight days late reading this but it was hilarious ! Thanks for the laughs ! You don't think the Idiot hopped on his bike and took off for the hills do you ?
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