the sandcastle adventure

everytime. everytime. everytime, I tell you. everytime puma-man tells me about a caper, inevitably it inextricably evolves into something quite more intense than originally intended. or at least conveyed. we ended up demolishing the taco bell with fast acting termites, burying it in the bottom of the ocean and waiting about five minutes, and then digging up the remains of the ill-fated restaurant and made a sand castle out of it's now sand like remains. or maybe we couldn't find where we buried it, so we just used regular sand. either way. it ended up being large enough we hired an entire team of alphabet soup noodles to make a sign, and we sold tacos across the street from where the old taco bell used to be. except we made fish tacos. puma-man likes fish. so much so that then we grew some gills and went swimming in the gulf for hours and he told me all about jellyfish. ok, i know what you say, you can't grow gills. that's true, we actually bartered for them. I gave my lungs to a bluegill in exchange for it and its brother's gills. puma did the same, except with a clown fish. yeah.