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"I lost my organs," said an ass monkey, it then said "woo." It spanked the idiot who kept the person without his organs. Elsewhere, millions ate these organs. They were scrumptious. But none cared; apathy brought destruction. It really sucked. Then the Pope rode the Pope-mobile over bass-playing roadies who are awesome, then went bowling and had stinky people ritually sacrificed. The gods were all like "Sick!" and lived happily in a dumpster until the dumpster-police killed all, but then they said, "How's that cow?" "Mega-super," Riker yodeled. Most chuckeled under the pope-mobile. Thusly, the others were slain by Riker's servants. Riker himself saved spring break with boobies. Imputant isn't a word but it is not a word. Other words include: imputant, poo, and floovenclatchy. Scratch #1. We all know big butts are actually small, and vice versa, 'cause it's more fun if people die. Also, the previous monkey chortled "chortle." Then the water ate sixty trillion lima-bean sprout and solicited funds from Nixon, though he sucked major thumb. It was that one there that killed pants. So he started the funk, but he rocked like it was shiny like a big puddle of shine. So he fell into insanity. Then Qui Gon Jin. We hate him because he smells with his nose , not his shoe. Then an ill-fated yard gnome caused much destruction. Sophocles of ventricles? Where? There. Oh right. So thats when Joe said "poof" goes the weasle. Wait, it's "pop." but its not "pimp", that's fer the goat in the tree. Satan Loves puppies, though he smells them with his hair. "Really?" I said. Spank the monkey, Joe Don Baker and joe soto smell foul. There wasn't cheese in my pants. "Check for me if I shat." It looks like Joe Don Baker, which is not what shat normally. Although it was green with red cherries. Bigfoot and the crabs got beaten with mallets. These mallets had jelly like crud; and man, it smelled like a bean. "yummy beans, they always make fire in my socks. It hurts when I die. Lions, tigers and bears are animals. "Huh?" Said the goat whose mom died. He was very much soup. Chins smell sometimes if enough peer pressure is applied to the windpipe. Chuck Knoblauch blows it into containers and then smells them crazy dealies, yup. When I say boom shaka, I bounce up, chum.....p! "Ha ha--erk!" He died. Few were sad. All were mad. For he owed a three-legged toad to half the deliverers of pizza in the town. A large, brown deer shat in Jack van Impe's truck, then ran for the gubernatorial position. He won, lost, and died. For him, many people laughed. "Chumbum!" They laughed more "harrackata!" Then stopped. Then, from whenced came jumbled herring, which was quite the crazy deal. Exuberantly, the goats choked on phlegm balls. Then out came the cheese! Then cut it, they shall. Alas, the imp flung horrifically down the thing they flung. It smelled very hilarious, yet not at all. This perurbed and disturbed Frank Fart. People plummeted off the bandwagon, and raced, raced, and died. They were tired. Death was imminent. Like his prostate? Sure do. Horribly mangeled it was. Anywho... This did prove rather exilirating. The 76-year-old chimp bought software companies . They went bankrupt. Spleens were ruptured, joints were hacked, and pain was super crazy happy. On the �ber-slide, super "whoa!" Fruitopia tastes of rotting tastiness, but liquid. Infact the taste was rather super-duper, with the superness and whatnot. Another good drink vomited green beans into a third. Being the best, at everything, I therefore suck. George sucks more. Anyway, wait, George Corporal ? "Yep" said George... Corporal ? Jesus Christ he is lame. Lame like a ame. Corporal? Hecksy-naw. �Then, by chance, Captain Planet saved a burrowing pigeon from most certain George Corporal. "Chikka-chikka," it said. Then the tides changed and midgets won the eternal struggle. "Yorble!" They said. Which was midget-talk, so they died. Erasing their chances to become turtles, which was their last resort to Indiana, a form of Satan yorbled meagerly "Why must Joe eat a toenail that was thrown up by Benny-Benny Click-Click?" I yorbled, too; alas, we yorbled together. But actually not. Later on, we ate some souls with a soul-eating broom, which yorbled. Across town, a hootenany (or hoedown?) was "a-bumpin'" all up in hizza. Out of the sky fell millions of small "Like Mike" advertisements. I boned all the bones and said ooh baby baby equals two babies. Then devide by satan equals bling-bling. That is only half the story: colons are fun. Death. The end. |
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