What do Jack Black, a deranged easter bunny, a charriot, and a school bus have in common?
Although you may be tempted to answer that question rather quickly with the tort response of “they all failed drivers ed while attempting to sing the Star Spangled Banner in sign language”, allow me the pleasure of relaying my recent encounter with the aforementioned components in merely 7 sentences:
Picture this: I’m an even more portly version of Jack Black. But I’m a monk, donned in traditional monastic attire - rope belt and all. I’m driving a charriot that is being lead by, not a stately horse, but a school bus. But wait. There’s more. We are being pursued by a man dressed up as a tall, lanky, slanty-eyed easter bunny, who is pelting us rather stealthily with chocolate covered caramels by a slingshot; which were being caught precisely by an un-named, skinny, blonde dude, who was riding as my charriot co-pilot. Then I woke up. The end.
~ Cathi (@cathistegall)
