Hilarious!!

So, in biology at this very moment, we're discussing the probability of hairy knuckles being a dominant or recessive trait. Which is ridiculous. And furry. So, instead, you get to hear about my latest discovery, which is much more interesting than hairy knuckles. Or webbed feet for that matter.

So, I'm on facebook (like you didn't know already) and on facebook (if you don't know) there are countless groups that people can join to waste time and supposedly connect with other people with similar interests. Really, the groups just turn out to be major procrastination tools. Anyway, I noticed, the other day, that Courtney joined a group about a website called "Frank Tells a Story." I was intrigued. I know a guy named Frank, and he tells some pretty interesting stories (mostly involving nuns or hunting). So, I checked out the website.

Naturally, the website was not set up by my friend Frank, but another Frank, who is an English major at UW Madison, after studying Software Engineering for two years in Rochester. In other words, Frank, who tells stories, is a major geek. The deal is, Frank writes stories, but these stories aren't just his creation. Every Monday, there is a vote for what his readers want to happen in the story, and every Friday a new chapter is released. Then, over the weekend, Frank takes suggestions for the next week's chapter, which will go on the poll on Monday. Hilarity ensues.

The current story that is being written is about Zarek and the 2200 A.D. war between America and Zombie-America. Hooray zombies! Here is a snippet that equals funny:

"Grabbing Hammer’s shoulder in a completely non-homoerotic way, Zarek said, “We’re going to get these fucking zombies, friend.” Zarek looked directly into Hammer’s eyes and narrowed his own. “We’re going to get them… dead.”

Hammer uncomfortably fiddled with the tool he kept at his belt that had given him his nickname. Had Hammer been a dick, he would have pointed out to Zarek that zombies are already fairly dead. Hammer knew, however, that as second-in-command it was his duty to never question Zarek. The thought had occurred to him, however, and he was flooded with guilt. I mentally considered pointing out a mistake my commander made. I really hope there’s no all-powerful consciousness in the sky that can read my thoughts and judge me accordingly. Fortunately for Hammer, there is no such consciousness in this story. Besides, an entity like that would make for a lame plot device. However, Hammer was right to be God-fearing.

In America.

Not Canada.

Canada’s lame too."

That is funny to me. I laughed out loud several times while reading that. Because it should be funny to you too. Laugh! Now!

Anyway, previous story titles are "Rick Decides to Stop Hosting a Show About Urination" which is about a game show called "Chutes and Bladders." And "Milo Does Some Stuff After the Apocalypse While in Canada," which features the Dread Cthulu as a traveling carpet sample salesman, and a smack talking war between Al Franken and Bill O'Reilly. In other words, all of this is more hilarious than a bag of hairy knuckles and webbed feet. Which is pretty funny. So, all of you will go to www.franktellsastory.com as soon as you're done reading my post and commenting on how brilliant and witty I am. (I just jedi mind-tricked all of you into doing so. Go me.)