I had a dream.
Last night I had a crazy dream.
See, I visited a village in South America. I was with Mel. Not Melly, who to me, is a completely different person.
But yeah. MEL wanted to show me this village, so we were trekking through the rainforest. A few minutes later, we pushed aside the last of the ferns and there it was: the village. Hut, sweet hut.
Actually, there were 10 huts. 9 big ones, all in a circle. The tenth, in the center.
"That's where the men stay, " Mel said, ever the jungle expert, pointing at the middle hut. "The single men stay-"
Suddenly a old man jumped in front of us. He had a huge wooden disk stuck in his lower lip. It made him look like he was sucking on a frisbee.
Of course, being the tremendous man of courage that I am, and plus, I was in front of Mel, I only screamed for half a minute.
AUGHH!!
(I could have gone longer, but I ran out of air. Plus Mel's elbow in the gut didn't help)
"Your elbows are so pointy," I muttered. "Do you sharpen- "
"SHUT UP." Mel hissed.
BUt the damage was done. Who needs an alarm system when you have Chicken Man Matt? MY little vocal exercise managed to warn the entire village.
Faster then you could say "good job, chicken man", the whole village came out to greet us. It was kind of cool seeing how they go right up to me and show no fear whatsoever.
Then this one kid poked me in the chest.
"Young man, that is not cool." I smiled.
He poked me again. And again. I was about to start crying (or at least scream) when he grabbed my glasses! Of course, he put them on. and promptly ran into a tree. Thereby breaking my lenses, so that now there were 17 trees.
I grabbed them back and gingerly placed them back on my head. The crowd clearly did not like this turn of events, and was starting to get ugly.
Mel whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”
We raced back, but blocking our way was this 200 pound monster! I mean, this dude was huge. With the agility of a NFL running back, Mel managed to fake right and run left.
Well, we all know that while I may have the looks of a hero (Chicken Man) I actually had the agility of a pregnant hippo. Plus there were 17 big guys thanks to my new designer glasses.
Which one was the real one?
Thus, in conclusion, tin (IV) bromide is known as SnBr4.
So we left.
See, I visited a village in South America. I was with Mel. Not Melly, who to me, is a completely different person.
But yeah. MEL wanted to show me this village, so we were trekking through the rainforest. A few minutes later, we pushed aside the last of the ferns and there it was: the village. Hut, sweet hut.
Actually, there were 10 huts. 9 big ones, all in a circle. The tenth, in the center.
"That's where the men stay, " Mel said, ever the jungle expert, pointing at the middle hut. "The single men stay-"
Suddenly a old man jumped in front of us. He had a huge wooden disk stuck in his lower lip. It made him look like he was sucking on a frisbee.
Of course, being the tremendous man of courage that I am, and plus, I was in front of Mel, I only screamed for half a minute.
AUGHH!!
(I could have gone longer, but I ran out of air. Plus Mel's elbow in the gut didn't help)
"Your elbows are so pointy," I muttered. "Do you sharpen- "
"SHUT UP." Mel hissed.
BUt the damage was done. Who needs an alarm system when you have Chicken Man Matt? MY little vocal exercise managed to warn the entire village.
Faster then you could say "good job, chicken man", the whole village came out to greet us. It was kind of cool seeing how they go right up to me and show no fear whatsoever.
Then this one kid poked me in the chest.
"Young man, that is not cool." I smiled.
He poked me again. And again. I was about to start crying (or at least scream) when he grabbed my glasses! Of course, he put them on. and promptly ran into a tree. Thereby breaking my lenses, so that now there were 17 trees.
I grabbed them back and gingerly placed them back on my head. The crowd clearly did not like this turn of events, and was starting to get ugly.
Mel whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”
We raced back, but blocking our way was this 200 pound monster! I mean, this dude was huge. With the agility of a NFL running back, Mel managed to fake right and run left.
Well, we all know that while I may have the looks of a hero (Chicken Man) I actually had the agility of a pregnant hippo. Plus there were 17 big guys thanks to my new designer glasses.
Which one was the real one?
Thus, in conclusion, tin (IV) bromide is known as SnBr4.
So we left.
