Sturdley's Magical Mystical Blog

Musings on life, liberty, and the pursuit of derpiness.

Day Five

Pop-tart guy rolled up this morning in one of these:

armored-golf-cartHe said the rest of the group has about a dozen more.  We met up with them about a mile down the road, then marched into town to confront our vile enemy.  Once they caught sight of us, most of them soiled themselves and fled.  The remaining few were easily rounded up and are being held in the upper jungle gym cage at the local children’s park.  There is concern we may be kicked out of the park, but so far this has not been a problem.

I’ve already been hearing talk of what to do next.  A few people are advocating marching all the way to Washington to fill in the power void that’s been left since the federal government has disintegrated.  Hopefully they can govern better than they mow their lawns…


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