24 January 2010
A phrase was coined recently (and it has been coined before, and will be again, because of the nature of this phenomenon) called the "Magic Scooter". This scooter exists in many different times and places in our continuum. It allows people to travel back and forth through time and space. Most of us have used this scooter to do many interesting things, but here are the catches: First, you never remember where you got on the scooter, and you don't remember where or when you got off of it. Secondly, after you get off, it vanishes to assist the next rider. Finally, it will only appear when you are intoxicated.
This scooter has assisted many people in doing both great and terrible things. A friend of mine, lets call him Dr. Love, has woken up fully clothed in his kitchen after riding the scooter one night. Problem was his house was 45 miles away, and he did not drive home. No one can recall how he got home. The last time I rode the scooter I did not go far, only outside my apartment. But I woke up, partially clothed, sleeping on the sidewalk outside my apartment. At about 8:30 am. On a Tuesday. In Wrigleyville. The last memory I have was having a few beers at a bar down the street. These are just the stories I remember now, because this is also another small side effect of warping with this mystical moped, the events may not come back to anyone until many days, weeks, or even months later.
Please remember, the Magic Scooter will at some point take you for a ride, or maybe it already has, and you are just now remembering it. Share these stories with me, and maybe I will post them, if they meet my demanding criteria.
This scooter has assisted many people in doing both great and terrible things. A friend of mine, lets call him Dr. Love, has woken up fully clothed in his kitchen after riding the scooter one night. Problem was his house was 45 miles away, and he did not drive home. No one can recall how he got home. The last time I rode the scooter I did not go far, only outside my apartment. But I woke up, partially clothed, sleeping on the sidewalk outside my apartment. At about 8:30 am. On a Tuesday. In Wrigleyville. The last memory I have was having a few beers at a bar down the street. These are just the stories I remember now, because this is also another small side effect of warping with this mystical moped, the events may not come back to anyone until many days, weeks, or even months later.
Please remember, the Magic Scooter will at some point take you for a ride, or maybe it already has, and you are just now remembering it. Share these stories with me, and maybe I will post them, if they meet my demanding criteria.
HAI, The magik scooter. It makes dreams come true.
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