story time

I sat here at my computer with the intent to tell a story... but I can't think of any. So I thought I would tell a joke instead. But as I type this I can't, for the life of me, remember any good ones! (Guess what?... CHICKEN BUTT! Doesn't count, does it?)

Oh! Just thought of a small incident that happened the other day:

It was another one of those days where I just HATE scorpions...like every other day. Except this day was extremely hot. I mean H. O. T. Flaming pit hot. I just got home from work and I'm up in my hot room, taking off my shoes, ready to kick back and, I don't know.. update my blog or something. And then I remembered that I have some ice cream in the freezer downstairs! Happy day!! I jauntily galloped (as jauntily as one can gallop with heat stroke) down the stairs and into the back room. I opened the back door and prepared to step over the threshold and obtain the yummy, cold goodness that is Butter-Pecan ice cream.
It was then that I chose to look down. Much to my surprise and dismay my eyes fell upon the sick, unnatural, evil body of a scorpion! It was just standing there, staring at me with it's nasty little eyes and it's wicked little stinger! I froze. There was nothing I could do! This horrid spawn of Satan caught me off guard and, seeing as I had no shoes on, unarmed.

I shut the back door and walked up to my room...
Butter-Pecanless.


Stupid scorpion