Congratulations. That little slab was placed to accommodate a memorial for one of Durango’s most vaunted citizens. His name was Terry, and, man! He would have had some choice words for you! A four-letter word that starts with “P” and rhymes with “drunk.” Along with a phrase that ends with the descriptive term for the excavation wherein we placed the concrete.
Wait – you can read, right? Um … what else? Oh, yeah – you stole my shovel. A shovel! You’re probably too dense to be aware of the curse, am I right? You steal a shovel, and you’re cursed to have to use it for all eternity! That’s right, you’ll end up shoveling the noisome, gooey detritus from the gates of the hot, hot netherworld … forever more! Have fun!
Oops! Almost forgot! Has anyone mentioned to you that it’s … 2018? You know – the year of the videocam?
See you real soon, chump.
Davitt M. Armstrong
Durango