Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Jazzy Secrets

When Harold received word of his daughter's death, he ran barefoot into the forest behind his house. Aided by a flexi-straw, he farted up into a bird's butt hole, and passed out. He awoke hours later, ashamed and miserable. Some say he died of grief shortly after, but others say he still wanders the woods, tooting a funeral dirge on his enchanted sax.


1 comment:

Scotch and Salad said...

Best part of this story is the labels. Bird death fart jazz. Ornette Coleman's got nothing on Charlie "Bird Gas" McToots.