Posted 13 May 2009 - 12:54 PM
An average looking man, always with a grumpy, displeased look on his face; an evil omen, if you will.
Once a year, on the 30th of June, The Krumungus will rise from bed.
Walk to his dresser.
Put on a pair of socks, and shorts.
He will walk out towards the front door, out of his room.
He will place both shoes upon his feet.
He will then leave the house at exactly 9:34 AM, headed roughly northeastern, to the nearest Starbucks.
When he arrives, he will order one Mocha Latte Frappucino.
Upon receiving his drink, he will comment upon its shoddily made quality.
He will argue politics from a one-sided, biased viewpoint for exactly two hours.
He will then pay for his drink and leave, angry with the youngsters sitting out front in scarves on apple laptops.
He will imbibe his drink, thoroughly displeased with it, despite ordering the same thing every year.
He will then head home, reaching his house at exactly 11:46 AM, and retire to his den, to watch the History Channel the rest of the day.
If you should spot The Krumungus, be weary of horrid events that shall befall you.
Posted 13 May 2009 - 08:48 PM
Posted 13 May 2009 - 10:35 PM
I cannot think of a better use of the not-a-word 'lolwut?' Funny, odd, a little confusing, but mostly I'm just not sure what to make of it. Meh.
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