Hope this is not a repeat,
Trey came home from the pub late one Friday evening stinking drunk,
as he often did, and crept into bed beside his wife, Mel, who was already
He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep. When he awoke he
found a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing
white robe. "Who the hell are you?" demanded Trey, "and what are
you doing in my bedroom?". The mysterious Man answered "This isn't your
bedroom and I am Saint Peter." Trey was stunned "You mean I'm
That can't be, I have so much to live for, I haven't said goodbye to
my family.... you've got to send me back straight away". St. Peter
replied "Yes you can be reincarnated but there is a catch. We can only send
you back as a dog or a hen." Trey was devastated, but knowing there was
a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen. A
flash of light later he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking
the ground. "This ain't so bad" he thought until he felt this strange
feeling welling up inside him. The farmyard rooster strolled over
and said "So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day
here?" "It's not so bad" replies Trey, "but I have this strange feeling
inside like I'm about to explode". "You're ovulating" explained the rooster,
"don't tell me you've never laid an egg before". "Never" replies Trey
"Well, just relax and let it happen" advised the rooster. And so he
did and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from
under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his
emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first
When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was
overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that
ever happened to him... ever!!! The joy kept coming and as he was
just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of
his head and heard his wife shouting "Trey, wake up you drunken bastard,
you're ****ting the bed!"
From wild to extra wild we got you covered with crap ya never knew you needed.
The first 6.1 transformation and it all went down hill from there.
08 route 66 burnout champion 07 Shindig 6.1NA winner. Willow Springs 1:42!!. 11.796 @ 117mph
I honestly did not see that coming. I must be tired.
The Magnum has a soul. It has a personality, something all too lacking in the automotive transportation appliances everybody else is offering.
but...ah...what if he'd picked a dog? that option was never addressed.
Alis volat propiis.
Glenn Harper - 2006 Brilliant Black Magnum SRT8
Mods: FRI Fatman Cam, FRI Full Street Heads, Coated Intake Manifold, Coated Kooks LT Headers & hiflo Cats, B&G Stage II, Corsa Catback, 170 TStat. Various BT interior items & Custom Console Cover by Jina!
Well then he would have fell off the bed and broke his neck trying to lick his Bal............................................... .ls.Originally Posted by DawsonMagnum
Oh how I wish I were a dog, sniffing things, licking things and getting patted on the head for doing it.
there are no strangers here, just friends you haven't met yet..