Life in a Trashcan
hobo life.. fasho.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
life in a trashcan pt7
papier mouchoir bombs (translation: bombs of tissue paper). I handed each soldier an explosive and we inched forward only to find that Olivier and Arren weren't at their camp! Suddenly there was a rustling from behind. Sunni threw her bomb and someone cried "Noooooooooo" in an unmistakable french accent. There was a flash of light. Then.. silence and tissue paper confetti. BUT THEN out of nowhere the sweet sweet scent of warm blueberry pie drifted under our noses and everything went black...

TO BE CONTINUED
2 Comments:
Blogger liagiba. said...
Oh I love the feeling of knowing what's next.

DO TELL.

Blogger meidayy said...
This is intense OMG