One miserable Sunday afternoon while I was drinking my homemade mate out of a mug I placed a pump into that allowed the mate to flow to my bombia (straw if you will) my good friend Admiral Byrd showed up unexpectedly in my courtyard. The damn gardner nearly scared him off while cutting the hedges. I debated whether to fire the man on the spot, but I immediately thought of his little boy Jack (I did not like his son for he was hyper and a heVan, but he was a child nonetheless.)
The miserable afternoon soon turned into a wonderful day that reminded me of the time I saved my puppy after he passed by replacing his heart with my neighbor's cat's heart and liver. Admiral Byrd and I chit-chatted about nothing that your business with me should interfere with, but I will tell you something I do find concerning. The look on his face changed from smile to worry in the matter of a few hours. I wanted to offer him a drink to calm him down, for I saw his heart pulsate in his jugular (he had a muscular and veiny neck) but he declined and insisted he remained sober.
The tale he told me was one will change the worlds, my fellow online forum members of a society I have yet to name. I am not one to brace levity or pull other people's legs (forgive me for my childish expression) so believe every word I type. I insist you read this post at least 3 to 7 times to make sure your vacuous minds comprehend my intelligence. He told me while fling over the barren land of ice and polar bears, his plane stopped operating. He was no longer in control of his plane - I immediately related that story to when I was once married (my beloved wife went on a trip with my neighbor Andrus and I never saw her again. Her name is Wanita. If you ever meet a Wanita Swinburne, please do tell her I miss her and to return home.) Anyway, enough with my rambling.... Admiral Byrd went on to tell me that his plane was sucked down in to a gigantic whole in the earth. He did not know what was to come of him....
I'm sorry, but I am short on time. Damn my pocket watch. Damn it! I must shower and prepare for bed. I have a big day of conference and mingling tomorrow where I will be showcasing my new invention on how to unsteam your car windows in case of a steamy situation. I wouldn't mind a drink or two as well. I shall finish this tale pronto. God speed unto me.
Sincerely,
A. Swinburne