R.I.P. Carlos the Pinata
Sunday after the wedding bash carried with it a gruesome scene: the crushing of Carlos (after he had been punted twice by the reverend and used as a practice dummy for the RoboRaptor gift from Jason Nagel). Boyce's reaction, when questioned about the scene was, "It was a massacre! Pools of candy everywhere!".
We'll miss you, Carlos! Below: a wailing Lola grieves.
posted by Brent Sigmeth at 8/20/2005 11:22:00 AM
8 Comments:
I can't believe you guys sacrificed Carlos. I'd had such a nice conversation with him Saturday night. I can't imagine the world without him in it.
I love epic poetry as a concept, but in reality, I find myself nodding off by about the 43rd stanza. If you dig it up, I'll make an attempt. I'd much rather have geard Carlos regale me with his personal tales. Now it's lost forever. It's so hard to watch the demise of the "greatest generation."
Either I need to do a better job editing my posts before posting or I have to stop posting when I'm drinking.
I'm waiting for the epic poem by Riorden.... dug that up yet?
The tent dudes just carefully moved his carcass aside next to the garage without comment. Then, Carlos went the way of Gibson Sanitation. And the final chapter was completed when the rain washed away the chalk marking the spot of his final moments. It must have been the worst two hours of his life; first a couple place-kicks from the reverend, then taking heat from a Robo Raptor, followed by a candy-crushing stomp from me, and finally all his old and new friends gathered around in a guffaw-circle at his expense. I feel cold.
Heading off to check out some tilt-a-whirl sites ...
Whew.
I thought you were going to tell us you saw a boulder rolled from the front of a cave or something. I don't know about you, but I certainly don't need that type of spirit-hassle.
Ah, the King Whizzer.
I thought that was a dream!(nightmatre?)
Aw, shucks.
Thank ya, dear.
Tilt-A-Whirls are the best. I'm with you SQSD—I'd much rather laugh than hurl.
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