Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Fixed!

Well here we go, another day in the Haab house. After finally fixing Johanna's side bar of our blog, the tension is subdued and the storm passed... and so the story begins...

But thing were just a little quiet... too quiet for the ol' Ben-miester. Yep that was my name, or at least so I was told. A tin can rolls out of a dumpster. A homeless bum rambles to himself about days when he was on top. The can is added to a mobile home in the form of a shopping cart. Johanna looks out the window in silence eating an orange... a seep of air daintily wafts from her butt. It was silent... but let everything in the room know it was there. Varnish began to react violently tearing itself off of its surface. Lights grew dim and the floor was dull. The haze drifted into the other rooms, replacing the oxygen with a vile gas sucking the life out of it's victims. No one was safe, not even a mouse nibbling on a scrap piece of bread. He didn't know it would be his last meal. Just leaving his mouse home to find a morstle of food for his wife and eight newborns. Plants tried to hide by folding in on themselves but it was useless, the moisture was eradicated and the life turned to a withered stick. The once Windex clear windows were now covered in a pasty grease like substance giving the light into our apartment a dull yellow hew. But luckily the door was closed and the other apartment owners were spared from this destructive force. Biohazard crews were alerted to the level of urgency and responded immediately. The National defense quickly caught 'wind' of the news and was interested in the effective chemicals in this gas. There were several horrifying test done with many lives done, but the same conclusion arose each time. That the (sometimes) invisible gas could only be withstood by the creator. Bottling the gas into pressurized explosives has surved well in cleaning out rooms for SWAT teams and riot patrol. One officer explains the intense effectiveness, "It was so, I mean, wow! It worked better than a case of tear gas that's for sure". I'll update the report on this horrific discovery. For BJH News I'm Benjamin Haabaronie

9 Comments:

At 7:27 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't believe you let her eat oranges....smellin' somethin' in sask

 
At 3:38 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I more so wonder whether or not johanna has read that post yet... and when she does what her reaction will be.

 
At 6:09 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Johanna will laugh when she reads it cuz she knows she has a problem with oranges...she has for years. There is no denial stage for her in this...she's accepted it and even finds it humorous. Maybe soon she'll find the Orange-eaters Anonymous near her, join up, regularly attend meetings and reduce gas emissions worldwide thereby saving our planet.

 
At 9:40 PM, Blogger The World of Haab said...

Ben.....your dead...just wait til you get home from school.....lol. How embarassing. How does EVERYONE know about my orange issue????seriously....

 
At 2:27 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Not just anyone Johanna...someone who spent enough time with you in high school, but not IN school to know that oranges are an issue for you...love ya anyway

 
At 4:43 AM, Blogger The World of Haab said...

sooo......"anonymous" who are you...just curious ;-)

 
At 7:16 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well....I wasn't out on the ice when it actually happened but I could see the other team covering their noses and gagging and see you and Megan killing yourselves laughing....

 
At 8:58 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Johanna, you should eat some oranges on a road trip.....maybe you will get tied to the top of the car.....ha

 
At 1:17 AM, Blogger The World of Haab said...

its got to be WENDY!

 

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