I had a thought today about a very important issue. After enjoying an 8 inch Turkey Sub, I was outside with Rob (Bobby Dampy) and a moment of great Jungle Work happened! He flicked his ciggarette in the normal fashion, and something magical happened: the wind grabbed it and carried it for a few moments, suspended in the air free of gravity. It was according to Bobby Dampy that, like the feather in Forrest Gump, it was floating gracefully to its new home until it disintegrates.
Now really you need to think about this. That one white feather traveled decades of time like it was no-ones business. Now that is the true jungle work. That sun of a biscuit Forrestt Gumps life is summed up into a feather, traveling through the ages.
So now I know what I must do...
As Travis Bickle says in Taxi Driver (The greatest movie ever made in this Jungle Workers opinion): "Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me. " I must find that feather and finally figure out time travel so I may go shake the hand of Warren Zevon. I also want to take the 99 thesises and show em to Jesus, I think he'd get a kick out of em.
"Oh now thats a knee slapper" Jesus said as he opens his Raspberry Ginger Ale...
Anyways. If I can find that damn feather and find out the chemical properties, the magic, or even try eating it, I will be able to go create a Secret handshake with Honest Abe, and get bombed with Thomas Jefferson off some French Wine.
And the journey begins...
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