Games

You are walking down the streets of Manhattan. There are thousands of people walking by and about 1 in every 5 is dressed as a clown. The streets smell of cotton candy and Nutella. The clowns have a devilish look in their eyes. Some of the clowns are pickpocketing tourists. Other clowns are playing pranks, like giving an old man a wedgie.

You are trying to cross the street and a truckload of chimpanzees passes by. The chimpanzees are eating bananas and some of them start throwing the bananas at the clowns. A few hit the tourists as well.

Suddenly a huge thud shatters the air and a strong wind like a vortex starts to pull you up. You hold onto a lamppost so you won’t be dragged into the air, but it’s too strong and you are forced to let go.

You’re swept into the air and you’re heading towards a skyscraper with one window open on the 67th floor. You land in a hallway with a dozen doors and strange sounds are coming from each of the doors.

The first door sounds like people groaning. Enter.

The next door is playing a Beethoven symphony. Enter.

You keep walking and open the 7th door. Behind the door is what looks like a dance party. There are more clowns and they’re all dancing a jig. There are more monkeys and they’re all dancing the polka.

In the corner, there’s a group of figures from your seventh-grade history book. Benjamin Franklin is entertaining the crowd with card tricks. Thomas Jefferson seems to be making odd faces; sticking out his tongue and holding out his ears. George Washington has a snake around his neck and is doing a hula dance.

George Washington beacons you over, but you feel that if you join this group, you could be in danger. He’s insisting so you reluctantly walk over.

You say, “How’s it going Mr. President.”

He replies, “Do you know the muffin man?”

“Yes! He lives on Drury Lane,” you answer.

He clarifies, “Not that muffin man. I mean the one from Jamaica.”

You exclaim, “Oh yes! Love that guy.”
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You say, “No, haven’t heard of him.”

When you hear the word Jamaica, you start thinking about the spring break you just took. Your travel agent booked you with the cheapest resort she could find and when you got there, you could see why it costs so little. The rooms had no doors so you had to enter by crawling in a window. The rooms were sparse and had no toilet paper. You decided not to spend much time in the room so you check out the buffet. All they had was jerk chicken. Jerk chicken sandwiches, jerk chicken sundaes, and waffles topped with jerk chicken.

You see a bar and expect to find some famous Jamaican rum, but instead, all they were serving was pickle juice. You got a glass of pickle juice and you noticed an old friend walking towards the beach so you run up to her. “HELLOOOO!”