Flaskepost fra Fart Island

To the person who finds this bottle: I’m so glad that you have found my message.

Let me start off introducing myself. I’m Samantha Landon; I am a professor in the life’s existents at the famous university of Harvard. It all started in the summer of 2008, my crew of experts in the life’s existents and I flew our way to the less explored island in the world. Fart island. We flew from Los Angeles airport. The sky was as blue as my husband’s eyes. And he’s eyes are very blue. A week before I left my husband, he told me that he had a bad feeling about this journey. Although I at first didn’t think about it, the nearer we came to the day of departure, I thought more and more about it. The night before, I had the worst nightmare in my entire life. I saw farts everywhere. And I promise you it wasn’t a pretty look. Okay now let’s get back to the plane.

When we where a few miles from the island everything started to smell horrible, and the plane started to shake, there were big hurricanes around us, the engine brok and the roof was ripped off in the blink of an eye, and, at that moment we all knew, we were going to die. Indeed everybody did die. Except my best friend Maraba and I. Maraba was actually born at Fart Island.