Return of the Mac!

The adventures of Mccurry and her warts


In spite of the ad-venture with THLo and the Heimlich maneuver
The Mac had what can be called a happy childhood ..pleasant field trips with
acne-d kids trying to poke her face too with instruments called forks(Yes they can be used for eating too!)
Mac's first brush with the harsh realities of life came in fact even before she had been hatched
Mac was rolling. and rocking down a hill ...when she got picked up by a Chinese peasant woman (a distant relative of THLo) who said "HOW CUTE!" and then promptly rolled Mac over for the remainder of the cliff... (Ack -- Kung Pow)
The Mac rolled and tolled for a great length of time and over great stretches of sand before the cracked shell found its existence in the middle of a great plain.
The Mac reared its tiny gluey head out of the shell and took in the grand world...and my my grand it was...
There was a man in a chariot and another man bowing ...having giant bouts of the unmentioned abominable requiring enormous quantities of angelsoft... such foul winds of change had never blown...and thus the decision was taken to promptly dedicate the incident to legend ...thereby commisioning a band to sing an Ode to the aforementioned environmental "happening" and the army to tear down a particular wall.. To expedite access to a certain room of rest across the border...

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This promptly laid rest to two of the prevailing theories...
One of the supremacy of a certain race...
And the other and more important one
Which came first?
The chicken or the egg?
Ans = the egg rolled over and the chicken went
Not a question of who came first?

The chicken decided that this Q needed to be answered and therefore promptly swallowed great diets of multivitamins (for strength) and Viagra (for depression)
The vitamins found their way and the Viagra did not...getting stuck in the throat ...thereby leading the erstwhile chicken et rooster to croak every morning for help


Mac meanwhile was watching and promptly trotted over to the gentlemen in the chariot
and asked them if...pssst pay attention
IF
"There was a road to cross”?

Diarrhea ...of the verbal kind promptly ensued at great length and great quantities
trying to explain to the bent-over man that this was the question and therefore in order to find the answer he would need to stand up for himself and find a road and then walk across it...Mac meanwhile was frantically trying to assure them of an audience in case the bent-over realized that the world was right-side-up in spite of the visions.
Mac's frantic waving caught the Man's attention however and decided to peel him an onion...
the point being all great things come at a price... a price that Mac was not willing to pay. So Mac decided that the next best course of action would be to roll over...
The onion was something Mac was NOT willing to go dutch over!

Mac however was dreadfully unimaginative and deploring her inability to conjure up a mirage ...especially now when the thirst was overpowering... at this opportune moment came rain ... not like Mac was begging ...was mostly salty as she drank it and truthfully so (for senses DONOT lie!) the rain was of a different kind ... made of giant drops of salty water which seemed to have these origins in..as she looked up ...at these gargantuan rolling eyes in the sky ... almost as if to say
if you run out of things to feel sorry for...count on me!

Mac filled all of this up in her little belly as she traversed, fiercely so, to the nearest cinema theatre 42 miles away
reaching there she paid her dues and settled into a comfortable chair as she began her journey ...or so she thought ...for it was HALOWEEN!!
a creature popped out of the skin and crept right next up to Mac and said
"Gosh Kid you're beautiful"
causing our dear M to transition through various shades of red...
and then the same figure assumed a rather ghastly shade of pale
and said Boo!
this was catalyst enough for dear old Mac to shed the red
.. PS... red promptly formed itself into a thick self serving flow and concealed itself in a bottle and proceeded to market itself as catch-up
Mac was hungry however ...having exerted her tiny newborn frame so much so
Mac decided a good place would be beneath the XYZ towers...a tower full of company meetings in progress....where at every instant an executive would spout "we must take that with a grain of salt" ...Mac would promptly proceed to chew on that grain ... not a very smart choice in retrospect ...given the future full-o-BP

at this point Mac decided to take the city bus and get back to the beginning...where the author was still waiting for her ...with a fork ..." here you go Kid...empowered thou art! :) "