Figgie Trickster
Camping party this weekend- live music, tasty beer, good times had by all. The only problem is, while we were sleeping, Nicole and I were paid a visit by the trickster figure that seems to pop up across all times and cultures. He left a package of fig newtons in my truck and cut a weird gash across my nose. I'm not kidding. Why must you torment me, Rikki-Tikki-Tavi?
Mr. Trickster
posted by jesse @ 11:46 PM
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If gifting a bag of Fig Newtons ends in simple assault, you should thank your lucky stars that Mr. Ticky-Tavi was out of Mint Milanos.
oh, it was no gift, cookie monster... take heed. ever delicious did they appear, and yet-ever cursed the shriveled little newtons turned out to be! and how the flies did swarm above their sweet, rotting crust...
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