08-09-2003, 20:48
Dave meandered down the street thinking to him about the events of this past week. Only last Friday had the island on which he lived on been discovered in The East Pacific and he had moved onto the island following Monday. His had already seen the government's religious works headed by a New Age guru and the nation's first space rocket, sponsored by Pepsi and shaped like an enormous soda bottle, but yesterday he heard that a tax had been put on meat of all things! He already struggled with his family finances but how could a butcher survive in times like this! He had lost all his customers except the rich snobby ones that didn’t talk to him, the worried looking furniture restoration people and the uranium miners who made the meat glow green. He was well and truly stuffed.
Walking down the street now looking where he was going was quite a usual thing for Dave to do, and it was a good thing, at least today it was. He tripped, falling over a fire hydrant (which was a funny shade of purple) landing flat on his face. His rolled over and looked around, seeing if any one had seen him. No, no one had. “Good” he thought, “I would have looked quite silly”. That’s when Dave saw it. A huge billboard with the huge letters J,O,I,N then a space a T then a H,E, finally he read the last word A,R,M,Y. Join the army! That was his answer! He would get paid enough to buy meat and he wouldn’t have to sell it! He took down the telephone number and ran off home.
“No wars either, this is a rather good job….”
This is how taxing meat can actually benifit you and it is a pretty good story too :wink:
Walking down the street now looking where he was going was quite a usual thing for Dave to do, and it was a good thing, at least today it was. He tripped, falling over a fire hydrant (which was a funny shade of purple) landing flat on his face. His rolled over and looked around, seeing if any one had seen him. No, no one had. “Good” he thought, “I would have looked quite silly”. That’s when Dave saw it. A huge billboard with the huge letters J,O,I,N then a space a T then a H,E, finally he read the last word A,R,M,Y. Join the army! That was his answer! He would get paid enough to buy meat and he wouldn’t have to sell it! He took down the telephone number and ran off home.
“No wars either, this is a rather good job….”
This is how taxing meat can actually benifit you and it is a pretty good story too :wink: