My Three Wise Rocks

I was out for my daily walk in Nature.  Nature equals Christie Pits, a park in downtown Toronto.  Christie Pits is close to where I eat and breathe and sleep and go to the bathroom, and sometimes pick my nose.

As I walked enjoying the fresh smog, I heard, “Hey Gary!”  I turned and looked everywhere, and all I saw were invisible people.

“Down here!” said the voices.

I looked down and saw three rocks.

“How did you know my name?” I asked.

“We are three wise rocks.  We know everything,” they said.

“What do you want with me?”

“Take us home.  We want to be closer to the rocks in your head and give you wise advice when you need it.”

“You mean when I am stuck with my thumb up my ass and my mind in Alabama and not sure what to do?”

“Yes, we can guide you.”

I picked up the three wise rocks and took them home.  I set them on a table, sat down, took a few deep breaths to relax and asked, “What should I do now?”

And the three wise rocks said, “Stick your thumb up your ass and put your mind in Alabama!”

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I am Minnie and Chic's son.