Windy Out

As Pat sat on the ledge he began to ponder. What did it all mean? The fruit loops, the hat, the bracelet, the package...what did they all signify? How did they all come together? He just didnt know.

He followed the trail of the rat down the wall. It was really agile. I mean, it was a straight up wall. Some sort of spiderrat. He heard of them growing human ears on rats that could be used later for earless people (?), but spider feet? Maybe.

As Pat sneezed, he tottered on the ledge of the 20th story of the Sears Tower.

Errbody

So Pat was out and about one day. Just doing the normal stuff. Rambling, talking, avoiding crappy cars, when all of a sudden it hit him. The Red Sox won the world series. Bush won the election. And he was getting his pansy ass kicked in his sport of choice. The world was coming to an end. He looked up into the sky and he saw it. Giant crows falling from the sky. Destroying everything in their path.

Pat ran to the supermarket. He looted all the canned goods and water and picked up a mad magazine to pass the time over his lifespan. He ran to the fallout shelter, conveniently located 45 stories below the earth's crust. He didnt bring anybody along because he figured that he'd get annoyed with them and probably eat them. So he sat and waited.

It had been almost 10 hours when Pat ran out of canned soup. He didnt like stealing so he only got 2 cans. He didnt know how long apocalypses usually lasted but he was sure it was over by now. He lifted the lid on his shelter and saw the destruction. There were survivors, but they were generally twitching and yelling on the ground, trapped under large pieces of concrete. He ignored their pathetic cries and turned to more pressing matters. Where were all the Froot Loops?

In his haste he forgot to secure the Froot Loops and had no clue where they were. He searched round and round until he found some in the ruins of the old mortuary. How appropriate. Cos Pat choked on a Froot Loop and all the dying people laughed when his lifeless body hit the floor.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

After a nite of egging, tping, and blowing stuff up, Pat thought he'd sit down on the sidewalk. the friction from his encounter with the ground lit a match which fell on his m1000. the pat blew up.

happy halloween

Pat

Pat couldnt describe it. He was perfectly happy. Good grade, lotsa kinda friends, even a handful of love interests. But he wasnt content. Something wasnt right. Pat wasnt sure if it was an empty or excess feeling but he didnt care. He wanted it gone. He tried everything. Banana bread. JSA Fall State. Precalc/Psych. Running. Old music. New music. Movies. Nothing worked.

He was so desperate that he even said "Desperate times call for desperate measures", and you know a movie has gotten really bad when somebody says that. He decided he would pick one bird and focus on it. Maybe he could block the other feeling away with a liking feeling which would serve as a firewall to the crappy feeling. He still wasnt sure which bird was prettiest or even which had the nicest song. Then he gave up and strangled all the birds except for that last one, which somehow got lodged in his throat. Then pat died.

Pat Spots Other Birds

All of a sudden. A robin and three other birds came. The robin had a superb color and Pat couldnt tell the color of the other three. Somewhat beige. Then pat fell asleep.