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I think the best story I ever heard was the time when a friend of mine was in Boston. On one occasion he dressed in drag and walked around in public. He didn't talk so that people thought he was a girl just by looking at him. Apparently he made quite a hot chick....anyway, that's not the story.
But I had to tell that bit to get to this bit because you must realize that his appearence has everything to do with the punchline. While in Boston, he wasn't dressed in drag, he was dressed normally. And by "normal," I mean kind of goth, a.k.a. just wears a lot of Matrix-looking gear. As he was walking, a man doning a Viking costume runs up to him and goes, "Are you a guy?"
And my friend responds with, "Uhh, yeah.
And the Viking goes, "You're hot! You're f-ing hot!! Can I slay you?"
It wasn't published or anything. It just happened...one night in Boston. I heard about it and oh dearie, there was quite a giggle to be had amongst us friends.
As for the best I felt I have written....probably this short sci-fi story about these refugees from a dead planet. One of them is different, meaning he's not of the same species. And he's just not right in the brain. I don't want to reveal too much, like the ending, 'cause that would suck. But I will give the title, if I can find it....
::rummages through Word documents::
well, it's not an official title, but for now, I'm just referring it as: Our Lady.
It's...in the process of being completed. It's got to be coolified first, with a stamp mark that says, "cool" and everything.
well gorsh, I'm pumped about it now!!
::goes to bed::
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