more maté drama!

well, i know those of you who read the true story about the maté thought it was very weird...and yes, yes it was. but it was true and it cracked me up and that's why i wrote it. so to humour myself, and to confuse those of you who will read this, here is:

the true story of the maté, part 2

young j was very happy with his mephisto sandals when he went out shopping on a saturday afternoon. it was a beautiful day and he went to a lovely part of town with lots of cute little shops.

as he strolled leisurely down the street he approached a health food store. out front was a display and who was running the display? why, it was the cult people who would not make j his sandals because they were too busy with the maté! it so happened that the whole table was covered in different kinds of maté with samples and cult literature. j thought to himself, "hmmm, after all the drama it has caused me, i should try some of this maté" and he stopped to have a sample.

seeing a nice anglo-saxon potential breeder for their cult the man and woman at the table spoke kindly to him. "have you heard of the maté before?" the man asked. "why yes," j said, "in fact your cult made my old sandals but were too busy with the maté to make me a new pair." "yes," said the cult guy, "we are very busy with the maté." "it seems so," said j, "i spoke to Ornon several times about the shoes..." at the very mention of Ornon's name, the cult woman turned pale, went inside the health food store and never came back out. "hmmmm, Ornon must have told the cult that i'm a narc or something" thought j as he sipped his peppermint maté that did not taste very good, "thank god i bought the mephistos."

the end (again, at least for now)