Creepy Mo
Today was not a good day for the citizens of Kingston, ON.
When I awoke this morning, my Mo seemed different. It seemed more alive. It seemed to know its days were numbered. It had attitude that said 'I'm not going to take it anymore'. Throwing off the shackles of shame, my Mo embraced his creepiness and prepared to unleash it on an unsuspecting citizenry.
I found my familiar self reluctantly succumbing to my Mo's stronger, more domineering personality. No longer the pleasant gentleman with the creepy moustache, I became the creepy moustached guy that children fear in their darkest dreams.
Needless to say, I could not allow this to happen. The stage was set for an an epic internal battle. I was horrified to find my usual swagger transformed into a full-on strut. My mo chuckled to himself as I passed young women. He glared at men of all ages, silently daring them try something. As the day wore on, he seemed to tire and I seized the opportunity to wrest back control of my mind and body. It was not easy. My Mo proved to be a bit of a Tyler Durden.
At long last, successful, I quickly retreated into the darkest corner of my apartment and silently meditated for several hours. Eventually, I felt confident that my will was strong enough and that my Mo had permanently returned to his former role of silent companion.
It was a dark day, but I am pleased to report that the creepy Mo seems to have given up and the neighborhood is safe. For now.
Friday, November 28, 2008
