As he danced around the burning shrub in delight, he didn't notice the spark that jumped into his pocket and set off the fireworks he was still carrying from the previous day. Young Jose woke up 3 days later and assisted humanity by not being able to procreate and transfer his stupid gene to future generations. His parents however, did not wish the shame of his stupidity to transfer to the family name, so they concocted the story that a vision had come from the sky and in a flash of lightning instructed the young Jose that the world would end on February 18 1958.
Mexicans, being both deeply religious and highly superstitious, immediately believed the story and adopted young Jose as a prophet. After his untimely death at the hands of a ruthless mob on 19 February 1958 (when the truth became all too clear) his story was commemorated every Seis De Mayo by firework displays and the public proclomation of this specially written poem by Nobel Laureate, G Nino Hernandez,
Un muchacho bailó ronda una zarza ardiente, sus bolsillos llenos de galletas. Uno cayó entre las piernas y destruyó off tanto sus instalaciones.*
| Young Jose after the accident counting down the time till the end of days. Notice the crossed legs. |
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