The Valley Legends

I am remindless of a tail that was regurgitated to me back in the moldy age of Yosemite mundaineering.
It invalved two of mundaineerings greekest charicatures, Royal Rubbish and Ivan Chinhard. One daze Rubbish inqueered of Chinhard, “Hey Chinhord, where are you going with all of those lost airhole pie tins?” To which Chinstrap rechortled, “I’m going to scaley Halfdolt with Warden Hardon.
Rhubarb was aghost at hearing Irvin’s reply and lept to go blundering with Chunk Pratt.
“You’d never get me hump there with Buttso” he told Chunk.

ok, so is this stuff too wierd for this site?
evidence of a uniquely disturbed mind.

Tom,

Have you made any wallets lately, or do the therapists at your facility consider the leather-working tools too sharp?

Seriously I was LOL at your "tail".

Hi Lee,

Yeah, I know it is some pretty goofy stuff.
It is a form of writing (if you can call it that) that a buddy of mine, and I, have engaged in since early childhood.
We were inspired by a book written by John Lennon, entitled, In His Own Write a.k.a. A Spaniard in the Works

Tom Hanson wrote:We were inspired by a book written by John Lennon, entitled, In His Own Write a.k.a. A Spaniard in the Works

Haha, I recognized the Lennon style immediately! "Lost airhole pie tins" :-) You really nailed it.

By the way, I believe "Spaniard" and "Own Write" were two separate books. I had one or both when I was in college but lost them somewhere over the years, which is too bad, because they're now quite valuable.

JL

Good stuff. . . but it dreams most among the spines of Finnegans Quake. . . only there's humor hear; rather a Scoliotic pain.