Well you shan't be having these gummi bears. They're for Brother Bus Driver, who shall pick them up, load them into his magical bus and drive them to Bolvanda, the Enchanted Land of Light and Instant Gravy Packets.
St. Pigeon, as everyone knows, is the patron saint of taxidermists and Baskin Robbin employees. Back in the 13th century, France decided to invade Istanbul, as Istanbul, at the time, was the leading producers of stinky cheese and pretension, which the French coveted. They stormed the gates of the city with their hardened baguettes set to ransacking its contents. St. Pigeon was a recently converted ex-exotic dance and pigeon who prayed to God for his assistance. There was a crack of thunder, as the story goes, and Brother Bus Driver flew down from the sky in his magic bus and gave to St. Pigeon five sacred gummi bears. St. Pigeon consumed the gummi bears, which split him into five distinct beings. The Strawberry Avenger. The Lemon Basher. The Orange Defender. The Grape Grappler. And the Weird-Flavor-You-Just-Can't-Figure-Out Warrior.
These five incarnations of St. Pigeon fought bravely and defeated the French, causing them to retreat back to their vineyards and Jerry Lewis marathons.
lol, i seriously need to read some of your creations.
i often say to myself, 'where does Captain Howdy come us with this stuff?'
i enjoy almost everything i read that you post.
i love the lemon basher!
and the weird-flavor-you-just-can't-put-your-finger-on warrior.
i hope it's not a booger flavored one!