|Indigenous tribes removed from Park, "for their own safety"|
Finally ol' Gray (Jerry's nickname) rattled out onto freeway from Burton, Florida, heading straight to Yellowstone. In 30 minutes or so, ol' Gray wheezed to a stop, and all could see the radiator boiling ,sending steam straight up.
Jerry felt his colon cramp and his stomach become a knotty mass of anxiety.
When ol' Gray returned to bus station, Jerry was nearly crying. While there had never been any sort of competition between calendar to calendar, Jerry had kept years of Hot Babes calendars, crossing off days after days. This was the month...the month...
|How far can it go?|
While this is a blurry map, it does show the extent when the caldera blows. Bad news for all.Ironically, the next day it was announced that the immense caldera beneath Yellowstone Park blew, exploded, blasting apart all states from Canada to Texas, Nevada to Illinois, over to Oregon and down the western coast, and all parts in between. Clouds of ash covered the skies around the world
Jerry's head hung down despondently. Gone, it was gone. As he tacked his new Hot Babes calendar, Jerry pondered where he would go instead. Iceland? Iceland would be nice...He crossed off another day, heading toward Iceland in a decade or so.
Oh, Jerry, poor uninformed Jerry.
Stupid tourists with falling boulders from YouTube
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