#idiotville

[lance-alt]

i designed the Idiotville flag

the left means laughing at Sam because poor idiot doesn't think he's a bad guy

the change in scenery on the right, and a divide means Sam is idiotically stuck here

awesamdude's picture means you gotta remember how the idiot leaving here looks like, so you can make fun of the right person

post most likely approved by dream 👍

[keeganmantle]

Yes this is a real place.😅

Goodnight folks.

[dbrouse]

Idiotville, OR

I was sitting on the van bumper with an atlas in my lap outside of Portland.  Where next?  I had heard about a Jesuit Monastery three hours south of there that would supposedly take on volunteers for three month periods.  They'd supply room and board in exchange for manual labor and a vow of silence.  

  It sounded like a vacation to me.  I'd wear a robe all over, all the time.  Maybe make beer or cordial.  However,  the idea of a three month vow of silence was a little daunting.  I don't mind no talking, but no singing?  Who would step up and sing songs of drinking and unemployment to the drunk and unemployed?  I was feeling the weight of my earthly duties pulling me away from the monastery.  My eyes wandered up the atlas and landed on a dot in the Cascade Mountain range west of Portland.  It was a town called-- Idiotville.

  I wondered what a town built and run by Idiots would be like.  Maybe the grocery stores there would only sell pre-filled piñatas.  The idiots would buy one at random for dinner without knowing what's inside of it.  They'd take it home, hang it over the kitchen table and the whole idiotic family would take swings at it, and whatever came out would be dinner.  Whether it be candy, or detergent, or bees, or kittens, or a roast chicken.  Yeah.  That's how the grocery stores in Idiotville would work.       And what was the village idiot of Idiotville like?  Maybe their version of a village idiot was a person of average intelligence.  I could picture this person walking down semi-paved streets with a dunce cap on.  This 'village idiot' probably ran the whole town like a king.  Maybe I could be the king of Idiotville.        I sat on the bumper-- my near future in the balance, deciding between spiritual enlightenment and idiocy.  On my way to Idiotville, the van ran out of gas.  The law in Oregon says that only gas station attendants can fill up gas tanks, and the only station the van could reach with the fumes in it's belly was closed for the night.  I parked next to a pump, put the seat down, and took a nap.         A gas station attendant tapped on my window at 5 AM.  'Fill 'er up." I groggily gurgled through the window.

    The van drove itself into the mountainous dawn as we sought our place in Idiotville.  But we somehow missed it.  There was no sign for Idiotville, not even a building stood on that meandering road that cut through the Cascades after the gas station.  I parked the van at the coast with the pacific abyss roaring its nothingness.  I built a driftwood fire on the beach and laid down on the sand.  Staring into the unraveling morning sky, I made a sand angel.        I never found Idiotville.  But I think maybe I've been there the whole time.

[thepinkneko]

Someone in French asked the teacher if Wales is in Ireland These people are a new breed of stupid

[ritchie]

Reflect ----

[murdersanta]

[zparkl3]

orly