Moonbeam Chronicles
I am posting a link here to the Peace Moonbeam Chronicles, and recommend the site to anyone needing a good laugh. I am having a hard time describing the site, but I promise you, unless you are a liberal who cannot laugh at yourself, you will enjoy these Chronicles. It is clean wholesome hilarity. The Thanksgiving entry was a hoot, and I am reprinting it here. The Chronicles are just that....chronicles.....and this is only one of the many articles, but it is funny even as a stand alone article.....ENJOY
The Peace Moonbeam Chronicles
November 26, 2005
Berkeley, California
What a week this was!
Several of us decided to spend Thanksgiving in peaceful protest against military recruitment in schools. We chose to picket the local army recruitment center located several blocks from my house.
Our plan was to alternate between singing protest songs, lying around like we were dead, praying and chanting, exposing our breasts and genitals for peace, and harassing appealing to those going in.
Thursday morning we got together in the parking lot in front of the center and put up some cool protest posters including a personally autographed one of Our Venerated Mother Of Perpetual Peace And Publicity Sheehan (OVMOPPAPS). In honor of the holiday, someone brought a small turkey, some dressing, fruit salad, delicious pumpkin pie, and several bottles of wine for us to enjoy while we worked.
After smoking a few doobies, we sang a rousing protest song just so the army guys would know we were there. One vicious looking baby killer soldier stared through the window at us in an especially menacing manner that seemed to say, "I would love to torture you by taking photographs of you all stacked naked on the floor." I flipped him off while displaying my breasts for peace. He quickly retreated from the window.
We ate, drank, sang protest songs, threw blood (actually a packet of McDonald's ketchup) on the front door and even managed to run off a young girl heading for the building. The part where we all lay around like we were dead was a big crowd-pleaser, although several of us picked up some pretty bad grease stains from the parking lot.
For the most part, things were going pretty good. Oh, that the rest of the day could have been so pleasant!
When the guy who had been giving us the hairy eyeballs came out to wipe the ketchup off the door, my friend Randy grabbed the closest thing he could lay hands on and threw it at him. The eight-pound Butterball caught GI Joe square in the face and sent his sunglasses flying down the sidewalk!
The only memory I have of the horrific events that followed is that of Randy screaming like a little girl as we rushed him to the nearest hospital emergency room. Once there, the ER technicians worked feverishly to save him. Thankfully, with the exception of one drumstick lodged sideways in his colon, they were able to remove most of the turkey. Surgery to retrieve the drumstick is scheduled for Monday and if it goes well, they say he should fully recover.
A weird side effect of this whole deal is that even two days later we still get the munchies every time he breaks wind.
How long will this administration be allowed to torture innocent civilians like Randy?
How long?
Berkeley, California
What a week this was!
Several of us decided to spend Thanksgiving in peaceful protest against military recruitment in schools. We chose to picket the local army recruitment center located several blocks from my house.
Our plan was to alternate between singing protest songs, lying around like we were dead, praying and chanting, exposing our breasts and genitals for peace, and harassing appealing to those going in.
Thursday morning we got together in the parking lot in front of the center and put up some cool protest posters including a personally autographed one of Our Venerated Mother Of Perpetual Peace And Publicity Sheehan (OVMOPPAPS). In honor of the holiday, someone brought a small turkey, some dressing, fruit salad, delicious pumpkin pie, and several bottles of wine for us to enjoy while we worked.
After smoking a few doobies, we sang a rousing protest song just so the army guys would know we were there. One vicious looking baby killer soldier stared through the window at us in an especially menacing manner that seemed to say, "I would love to torture you by taking photographs of you all stacked naked on the floor." I flipped him off while displaying my breasts for peace. He quickly retreated from the window.
We ate, drank, sang protest songs, threw blood (actually a packet of McDonald's ketchup) on the front door and even managed to run off a young girl heading for the building. The part where we all lay around like we were dead was a big crowd-pleaser, although several of us picked up some pretty bad grease stains from the parking lot.
For the most part, things were going pretty good. Oh, that the rest of the day could have been so pleasant!
When the guy who had been giving us the hairy eyeballs came out to wipe the ketchup off the door, my friend Randy grabbed the closest thing he could lay hands on and threw it at him. The eight-pound Butterball caught GI Joe square in the face and sent his sunglasses flying down the sidewalk!
The only memory I have of the horrific events that followed is that of Randy screaming like a little girl as we rushed him to the nearest hospital emergency room. Once there, the ER technicians worked feverishly to save him. Thankfully, with the exception of one drumstick lodged sideways in his colon, they were able to remove most of the turkey. Surgery to retrieve the drumstick is scheduled for Monday and if it goes well, they say he should fully recover.
A weird side effect of this whole deal is that even two days later we still get the munchies every time he breaks wind.
How long will this administration be allowed to torture innocent civilians like Randy?
How long?
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1 Comments:
I laughed so hard my side hurt, then I reread the chronicle. Great Comedy, usually the second time reading a comical piece is not as funny. But I had missed a few laugh lines. Sorry web, I am going to spend more time at Moonbeams place than yours. She is funny, you are half laugh funny.
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