Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 7:24 pm
Leaning back in his nice and comfy chair, the young man looks around. The plane seemed fairly average... a family here, a fat man there, some guy slamming his chair into his lap and several screaming children.
"Welcome to Westjet flihgt one-three-nine, our tourist special for the evening. Today, we will be flying cross clountry to our neighbours up in Canada."
Paralyzed with fear, the boy's face went white, drained of all colour for fear. Screaming, he ran for the ****pit, but a burly flight attendant grabbed him and strapped him down.
He eventually falls asleep after hitting turbulence for the fourth time, and wakes up chained to a tree, faced by several dozen large, yellow pieces of machinery. Strange, he thought to himself, that I should face them strapped to an oak.
He looks around and sees several dozen other people in tie-die shirts and bandanas. One next to him, a kindly old lady, was also chained to a tree. Singing to herself, she notices that he is groaing.
"Oh dear, youngin, your head hurt?" She asked kindly,"It's a good thing we found you in time for the demonstration."
Demonstration? Looking around, he can see that they are all what are known as the most powerful lazy force in Canada. Hippies. Since he was out cold, they must have thought that he was one of them, and had overdone some drugs. He begins yelling out names of Canadians and hippies he knew.
"The Z!"
"Dragon Wench!"
"Kayless!"
"Yes, youngin?"
Turning, he sees a man with brown hair and a tie die shirt hugging a nearby tree. He comes over, and asks hium what he was doing. Upon speaking, he was able to explain to the hippy what he needed. Eventually, they unchained the trees.
Kayless immediately went back to his intimate moments with the tree. Shivering, the Aussie left, just in time to see a police officer notice him as a non-Canadian. At the sound of "Release the Beavers!" he ran for the mountains, hoping to lose them in the craggy peaks.
"Welcome to Westjet flihgt one-three-nine, our tourist special for the evening. Today, we will be flying cross clountry to our neighbours up in Canada."
Paralyzed with fear, the boy's face went white, drained of all colour for fear. Screaming, he ran for the ****pit, but a burly flight attendant grabbed him and strapped him down.
He eventually falls asleep after hitting turbulence for the fourth time, and wakes up chained to a tree, faced by several dozen large, yellow pieces of machinery. Strange, he thought to himself, that I should face them strapped to an oak.
He looks around and sees several dozen other people in tie-die shirts and bandanas. One next to him, a kindly old lady, was also chained to a tree. Singing to herself, she notices that he is groaing.
"Oh dear, youngin, your head hurt?" She asked kindly,"It's a good thing we found you in time for the demonstration."
Demonstration? Looking around, he can see that they are all what are known as the most powerful lazy force in Canada. Hippies. Since he was out cold, they must have thought that he was one of them, and had overdone some drugs. He begins yelling out names of Canadians and hippies he knew.
"The Z!"
"Dragon Wench!"
"Kayless!"
"Yes, youngin?"
Turning, he sees a man with brown hair and a tie die shirt hugging a nearby tree. He comes over, and asks hium what he was doing. Upon speaking, he was able to explain to the hippy what he needed. Eventually, they unchained the trees.
Kayless immediately went back to his intimate moments with the tree. Shivering, the Aussie left, just in time to see a police officer notice him as a non-Canadian. At the sound of "Release the Beavers!" he ran for the mountains, hoping to lose them in the craggy peaks.
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