The Vulture Is here

Life lessons are always good and educational. But that rule hasn't yet crossed Carl Kanae's mind. Carl is a short, chubby, binge drinker. At that moment in time, he was staring at the layer of posters that had snapshots of half naked ex-presidents. He still couldn't decide with one was sexier. The painting of George Washington, or the one of Abraham Lincoln. If you were in his shoes, it would be a hard decision. "Ugggh!" A sharp pain jabbed Carl from his lower area. He rushed upstairs to to the bathroom, and came out five minutes later feeling relieved. He tripped on his own feet on his way across the room to his Macintosh. It barley worked, being the 1995 edition. "I'm ready to have some tonight!" Carl said to himself.
He googled the search term, "How to score the hottest babes. It came out with over half a million hits! "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeah!" Carl said disturbingly. He clicked on the first link. To his surprise and dismay, the website was about what to do when you have a baby. He tried the second one. This was the site he was looking for! It had images of very attractive women. He wished that one of them would come knocking on his door. So now you understand Carl's Saturday night routine. Just then, a huge pop-up appeared on the blurry monitor. In bold italic letters, it read, Be at 1147 SE Drive at 8 o' clock tonight.
The sign startled him, but Carl didn't know better than not to answer to a pop up. The only thing wrong thing about the message was that it was 7:59! He flew out his apartment and in to his old beat up Plymouth. When he arrived at 1147 SE Drive, it was 8:05. Right by the street sign marking the road, there was an abandon cornfield standing alone in the dirt lot. He went out with his flashlight and explored the maze. After about five minutes, he gave up. Then he heard a flutter of wings hidden in the corn next to him. Before Carl could run away, it seemed like hundreds of black vultures came at him with shocking speed. Carl cried out in pain as the bird jammed it's beak into his left knee. "Help!" Help me!" "Birds are attacking me!" He yelled out a unrecognizable curse, then fell silent. The night air felt good on his wounded face. The vultures had gone away. This is how Carl Kanae developed his phobia of any black bird.
Years after that night, Carl began working as a custodian at the La Center tower in Morro Bay, California. He had the advantage of working the night shift. He could steal anything he wanted from the colossal structure that the people of Morro Bay called a building. He thought of it as his own personal inventory. After all, he could steal bras and lots of ultra-sexy garments that turned him on. That night, he went in the woman's locker room as usual. In fact, that was part of his job to clean the locker rooms. But he was there for a different reason. Occasionally, women would leave bras and undergarments in the room. To his luck, that night there were three abandoned bras. One had green stripes. The other one had polka dots. The last one was a plain pink one.
He stuffed them in his janitorial locker for later. He had to clean the whole building from top to bottom. When he finished, it was 9:00pm. He got in his Plymouth, and couldn't start the car. He swore at the car, and the old engine gave a purr. "Oh, yeah baby!" said Carl, not really talking to anyone. He got to his house, sore. He went upstairs, but he heard his Macintosh beep. "What the-" Just then a vulture appeared on the screen. "No, no, no!" The 2-D grapics made it seem like it was flying off the monitor and into his small, red face. "Their following me! I have to get out!" He restarted his computer and the vulture wasn't there. Instead of the vulture, was a bald headed talking to Carl on a webcam. The background was all greenish and blurry, like on a horror movie. But to Carl Kanae, this was a horror movie. The figure finnaly spoke. "You are in danger. I have been watching you. You may not see me, but I can see you. The vultures- their coming. You have to get out, now." "Who are you? What do you mean?" Carl's voice broke at parts.


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"Just like I said; you are in danger. The vultures are coming," said the figure. The screen went blank. But then, Carl realized that this was probably all a hoax. The pop-up and the vultures in the cornfield were all just set up pranks. He breathed a sigh of relief. He had nothing to worry about. The sound of braking glass disturbed his relief ceremony. He heard a familiar flutter of wings! "Oh, God please no!" He had to blurt that out, as if it would have made a difference. Flap. Flap. Flap. Peck. The vultures reached him at the shocking speed he remembered in the cornfield. Another horrible pecking.

well, its saturday. nothing to do.
well, exept this.

Uhh, there was this stupid assingment at school where we have to learn what country we came from........ I have no idea where im from.

hi, i guess

well i just created the blog and i dont know what to write on it
Hey, wait a second. I just wrote something!