Driving Off The Edge of The World

Today, I drove off the edge of the world. It wasn't as scary as people told me it would be. I was going to use my own car, but I decided against that since I didn't know what was over the edge. It turns out that there were marshmallows. Lots of them, and they weren't the mini ones either. Anyway, I borrowed my friend's car and since the guy at the body shop (I bought a replacement arm from him last week and a couple of extra kidneys. (I didn't need the kidneys, but they were on sale and I couldn't pass it up.) I bought a bottle of beer(1) and put one of them in that, to see what would happen. It bloated up so big, it burst the bottle. It rolled around on the table in a drunken stupor before deflating like a balloon.) wait... I was talking about something... oh yeah, the car. The guy at the body shop got the marshmallow out okay so I still have that particular friend. Hmm... I guess I'll have to try harder next time... maybe a picnic of ants in the bed or styraphome peanuts in the bathtub. I wish blogs had spell check on them. I'm really limping along here. So I drove off the end of the world and all I got was a car full of marshmallows. Not to mention a stupid t-shirt... I didn't mention a t-shirt. Nope, not me. No t-shirt mentioning here. Umm... Bye.