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The Lary the Leprechaun yesterday a leprechaun jumped out of my closet when I was a sleep and he juped out the window ass fast as a sheep when the wind was ass realery strong and of cors the wind was so hard. you would get blown to the baloon in the sky. that was high. you would be inside but the Leprechaun just got golpet in the ground. the next morning I was in the gorden planing a plant when right of a sudden out of the garden was the very same leprechaun I sole in the night. he hand an old pot with some Gold inside then. I finelee new that Leprechans are real. the End by Henry Stokes |
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August 29, 1984 Dear Zerco from planet spiguda Earth is Great There is nice food down hear my favorite food is Chinese food, you should try it, how is your freind doing. Could you tell me some more Magic and wizerd lagewij. and there is also school. teachers teach you stuf. not vizerd lagewij. Math reading and Art is some things that they teach hear. and summer is after school ends and theres graviti hear. remere my space name. fargo. and back to summer. at summer you can go all aroud the Earth. rugpu means hi in inglish. |











| For it must be remembered that at the time I knew quite nothing, naturally, concerning Milo Payne, the mysterious Cockney-talking Englishman with the checkered long-beaked Sherlockholmsian cap; nor of the latter's "Barr-Bag" which was as like my own bag as one Milwaukee wienerwurst is like another; nor of Legga, the Human Spider, with her four legs and her six arms; nor of Ichabod Chang, ex-convict, and son of Dong Chang; nor of the elusive poetess, Abigail Sprigge; nor of the Great Simon, with his 2163 pearl buttons; nor of--in short, I then knew quite nothing about anything or anybody involved in the affair of which I had now become a part, unless perchance it were my Nemesis, Sophie Kratzenschneiderwümpel--or Suing Sophie! |



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Inspired by the lure of danger, I am actively training in preparation for the event. As of 1:04 p.m. today, I can best 173 feral alligators at hand-to-hand combat within a sealed water tank, using only my elbows. I am also honing my skills at parcheesi, the royal board game of India. It is said the best way to defeat an assassin is to challenge him/her to a game. As part of the ancient code of killers, they must accept. If you win, you get to assume the identity of the assassin, and they have to enroll in clown college. It is a humiliating defeat for any assassin, and an excellent opportunity for you to begin a new and exciting career. You can major in assassination or accounting. This is how most assassins get started actually. And not surprisingly, most clowns are ex-assassins who lost at parcheesi. Crazy world.
Oh, I am also learning the spiked nunchaku. I found one in the labyrinthine dungeon ruins of a mad czar's pleasure palace. This ill-begotten weapon will destroy the forces of evil because it IS evil. It's kind-of a 'fight fire with fire' kind of thing. Also, literally, it shoots fire and can extinguish fire. It's pretty bad ass. As am I. |














