Monday, 31 August 2009

The truck eventually stopped at a roadside diner. I escaped, running across a wide desert. However, it seems someone doesn't want me to escape. Rover, the giant ball thing from The Prisoner, chased me for several hours. I think he joined an American border patrol, it appealed to his racist nature. I imagine a big, white blob with little purpose is a good symbol for white supremacists though.
Eventually, I fell into a ravine, dying instantly.
I must say, it is something of a bugger.


Homemaker Man said...

Nice reference and I'd have to agree about that things probable racist proclivities. Found your blog on Humor Blogs.

Paul Blanchard said...

My mother always taught me not to trust a big, featureless blob...
Thanks for dropping by, enjoyed your blog too.

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