Rock's living room was populated by thousands of people, and it expanded in diameter over the course of a few minutes into a moon-sized sphere. Someone decided to declare it an actual moon, and over multiple protests it become one and assumed an orbit of the earth.
Almost immediately thereafter Rock was specifically targeted and struck dead by Satan himself. He was truly in Hell, apparently subjected to view for eternity a televised debate between pro-choice and right-to-life advocates from his couch. He walked to both beds, hoping against hope he could find a spot where he would not hear the television, where perhaps someday he might be able to sleep. It was soon apparent he was doomed to the noise.
Next he began to search the house for his glasses, which he was unable to find until hours later, and at last ate a PayDay Bar and remembered the Patriots were playing the Ravens on Channel 4.
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