An Unfortunate Fortunate Event Part 2

The Fashion Police, in total despair, wanted their models back for who knows why. So they revived
them using the shocking thingies you see in hospitals. “Clear!” the doctor shouted as the nurses pressed
the metal shockers against Joel’s brain. Joel’s body jolted upward and fell out the window, but at least
that meant he was alive. “Ok people, take 5” said the doctor. They all obviously forgot about Joel.

Joel woke up to see his reflection. “Oh look at that gorgeous face! He is so handsome!” he said in
surprise as he was looking into a mirror. Joel peered around the mirror to find himself in a hospital room
with very tacky furniture like 30 years old furniture that a rat ate but then threw it back out because it
was too disgusting. It was a huge room with another bed next to him. Martin was still asleep and as ugly
as ever, maybe worse. Now that they were identified as homosexuals, they were criminals. A police
came in to escort them to the prison, but as Joe Bob (he’s also a cop) gazed upon Joel he fainted from
the ugliness his face was radiating out to everyone in the room. “Hmm..... It must be my breath” Joel
questioned. Joel stepped out and saw a most wanted sign. It showed Michal’s and Joel’s hideous…
Ahem... gorgeous face. Making an impulse decision, he jumped out of the window to escape. Splat! HE
landed right on a big pile of dog crap. “Oh what is this wondrous smell?” he inquired smelling the
pungent smell of crap. Doing what all great fugitives did, he prayed. “Oh great peanut lord! Please
accept this token of appreciation to help lead me to freedom! He lifted up a handful of crap. 30 minutes
later Joel was in the same position waiting for the gods to reply. “Hmm…. They must be on a lunch
break.” Sure they were. Joel’s hair had grown tremendously that his hair was actually longer that a
1/100000 of a centimeter. Looking through a broken piece of glass he exclaimed “What is this on my
head? I must dispose of it quickly!” He used the glass to “shave” his head.

Shaving his head took work, especially when he had a little over a 1/100000 of a centimeter full of hair.
Joel stomach was rumbling. Being so hungry he decided to look for food. He crawled up to a barn and
saw a huge crowd of chickens. With his mouth watering he grabbed a chicken and bit its butt. “Hmm...
this is hard to chew!” he exclaimed. To the chicken’s great relief from getting away from the disgusting
smell, Joel spit it out and went away. Joel was thinking how all the other animals managed to get food. “I
know! Pets go to their owners for food!” He scurried along on all his 4 paws onto another house.
“Meow!” he squeaked to his newfound owner. He walked along curling himself against the person’s leg.
“Ew!! A rat! A giant mutant rat1 Get away from me!” yelled Mrs. Pommer spraying some rat repellant
onto Joel. He pulled back in alarm, but him being stupid and all thought that meant Mrs. Pommer liked
him so he started to lick her. Mrs. Pommer dashed into the house and hurriedly called animal control.
Joel watched as a large van pulled up in front of the house. “Wow! Look at that cool horsy!” Joel
shouted out in glee while pointing to the car. He let a long deep sigh. One of the animal control people
smelled eat and fainted. It turns out he died shortly later of some poisonous gas (cough cough). “Hm…
Must be Mrs. Pommer” Joel inquired. The animal control people came up with a big needle. “Come here
kitty kitty, I’m going to give you some nice crap for you to eat.” He said in a soothing tone. “Oooh! It
smells great!” exclaimed Joel. Quick as a whip they shot him and he didn’t wake up. “Nooo!” yelled
Martin in despair for he was in the truck too. “I’ll never forget you Joel and shall avenge your death! You
were once my lover and always will be!” And then he made a run for it. Now you know kids. Usually
homosexuals are gay. There is a lesson to be learned though. Never trust a person who acts like a cat
because who knows? They just might be gay.