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Beautiful place. I recently went mushroaming in the Alps and ate a death cap by mistake. I passed out under a tree and slipped into a coma. I was covered in snow and ice by a passing storm. Seventeen days later I woke, partially frozen from the waste down. Fortunately, a local man, by the name of Tony Mingas, discovered me and nursed me back to health by feeding me parasol mushrooms and mountain dew.

I wonder if this was Gods way of punishing me for my many indiscretions at the local Speedway bathroom glory hole. Or was it because I yelled out the “N” word in a packed AMC theatre after I had lost my savings trying to short AMC.

I’ll never know, but I can tell you one thing, even though I lost my penis to frost bite, I’m still very happy to be alive.

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