Prompts Yield Zip
While perusing writing prompts, I came across one asking me to describe how I would spend a $20 bill I had found. Although my answer is as bland as “add the money to my laundry card,” the first thing that actually popped into my head was this:
Homer: Awww … $20!? I wanted a peanut.
Homer’s brain: $20 can buy many peanuts!
Homer: Explain how.
Homer’s brain: Money can be exchanged for goods and services!
Homer: Woo hoo!
Maybe I should change my answer from “add the money to my laundry card” to “go on a all-syrup giant Squishee bender.” And then join the Junior Campers and get to read about what Johnny Don’t does or doesn’t do.
That aside, another reason why I’m still up is because some idiot keeps on yodeling, and has been since at least 8pm this evening. I imagine the dope is watching a football game. My apartment complex has never been very noisy, but I am dangerously close to wrenching open my window and screaming “Shut the fuck up!” into the night air. But I have no excuse, other than wanting quiet–after all, I don’t need to get my ass out of bed save for anything but five miles tomorrow. Yet, it is annoying to hear that yodeling. If it is sports-induced hysteria, keep it to yourself, buddy. Not all of us care about touchdowns or field goals or what coach has to say.
I’m going to try to go to bed now; the yodeling seems to have stopped. Pray heartily for me that it stays silent. Forget the prompts; I’ll try to do that much later.
Homer has some funny conversations with his brain, hehe.
Do you mean the Alps type of yodeling or just general whooping and shouting? Because if it’s the first one, wow.
I love it when Homer’s brain just gives up and walks away. Heh.
No, not Jewel-like yodeling, but it was annoying nonetheless. He sounded like some diseased weasel or something.