I just bumped into the funniest story at StoryWrite.com. It’s by a 19 year old guy named Brent from Jersey. It’s called Finding Nero (hence the name of this post).
Me and my lucky iguana were cruising down the interstate on a motorcycle we built from scratch. The motorcycle resembled a Harley Davidson the way a dead camel resembles a majestic stallion, but that’s a horse of a different color. It was a special motorcycle. We’d fitted it with an exact replica of the flux capacitor (from Back to the Future) that the iguana regurgitated last week. His talents never cease to amaze me.
This was no joyride. We were on a mission, a mission from God. At least he said he was God. He smelled like booze and slept in the subway. God warned us that the past was going to kill us if we didn’t act quickly. The iguana and I, being deeply religious, heeded God’s words and set out to assassinate the past.
So there we were, nearing 88 miles per hour, carrying an arsenal worthy of Arnold Schwarzenegger on a motorcycle worthy of Homer Simpson. Just to be safe, I had a case of spare iguanas slung over my shoulder (mine tend to be short-lived), and I had just bent over to see if I’d given them air holes (the iguana was steering) when we collided with a DeLorean that was also going 88 miles per hour. There was a loud “KACHING!” as if God had just fired us out of his cash register and refunded us several thousand years.
It’s worth opening a free account there, just to read the rest of this.
You can also find Brent on YouTube.
Brent gets a peek above our garters for giving us such a good chuckle.