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In the middle of Death Camp Klattu Baradda Nikto, Greener was shopping. He bought a pile of brown, sticky, translucent goo for 35� and his shoe. Then he sold it for some ass munchen' armadillos with psychadelic neon rotating earmuffs upon its nasal ass crack. He found, though, instead of a thing such as a llama named Mamer saying "Woo," he received a punch to the kazoo and liked it when the event happened. "Wow!" Joe exclaimed when Mamer rubbed his eyeballs with poisonous mustard, while he tried to kill a naked man. The man was a hired striper, who was running from his llama which was biting his pectoral muscle. Mamer shot him in his nether-region, as he ran into Joe's house. He fell into the toilet while he dove into the sink. Meanwhile, in Bermuda, the Bermudanites were eating Joe and Mamer, barbecued in a alligator broth and five pounds of Noah's ear wax. Joe screamed in happiness, for he liked my earwax. Joe is insane. Mamer played shuffleboard all around the pool of ears that fell off the highest cliffs onto the boat of death. Joe died a horrible death by cheesecake. The cheesecakes fell from the ground onto the sky, which killed all, but not really. Actually they all exploded after coming to the conclusion that the world was. Then, at the tip of Mars, Joe ate a giant glowing nine pounds of orb of French gelatinous goo. Meanwhile, back in L.A., Joe was killed by two old strange smelly men in brown bags. Back in Bermuda, a roc was lotion for wrinkles. The village grampa had died in a pool of cool jello. Again, back in Bermuda, nineteen rabid gorillas went to a luau and ate radioactive erasers filled to the ears with green cheese. The cheese was of greek origin, but was french and smelled like italian. This was a major problem for the canadians because they all hate cheese. So they all vomited until they couldn't find their eyes in their mouths. They eventually found that Adam sucks which confirmed their religious stories. Adam, stunned by this, shot himself, which satisfied all viewers, for he sucked. However, others sucked no more than him, for he ate a bug. Back home, Andy was breathing heavy, eating bugs, and dying a horrible hairdo bright green, because he's an introvert who poops out of his eyelids. He was arrested for indecent manslaughter, then said, "Why don't you?" He was shot. The ullet pierced its ears, which exploded in a zoo with monkeys, which chewed up some bubble gum. Two doors down wrote that song that pissed off Mama Cass, who shot a cannon at John Tesh when he said some christian music. Now it was Zeff who said that the Zebus was Justin. Mamer cheered when the monkeys flung some great balls of Justin fat towards the house of Poseidon, god of great balls of anything and everything. But the anything was nothing, so he was nothing. "Jello chicken curds!" yelled the fat martyr from Canada. And then everyone blew chunks at George Bush, because he needed clean shirts. But that did not work. Instead it just made him stink like Joe's sets of toenail clippings, all of which were hairy and multicolored, including several unknown liquids. This was revolting, because, well, just because. 952 rabid monkeys loved his toenails to death, eating his whole foot, and disemboweling all bowls. "What is happening to my cheese!" yelled uncle Scrooge at the world's fattest man. Scrooge shot him then knit sweaters for poor british rabid monkeys who said "Yo." Although, according to a crazed street mime, they said "shibbidy-doo," then ate humongous piles of swiss army knives, choking, and then went "wurble wurble scup." Norm Coleman then jumped off twenty cats and after Wellstone. Bob Fletcher was eaten by Moe and Sabo, who then tried on some pants. They were too nasty to try to eat, so they ate them and then exploded. Their murderous souls killed all in thirty seconds flat. Then they went over the arctic into a mound of new tennis players who ate the same pants. The two hundred and one dalmatians gained 100 new pennies so they could buy a dollar's worth of heroin, to eat for whatever reason. The next day the next day the next day the next day, and so forth. Nine pounds of flubber went "foomp." He jumped down on to spikes but didn't die--wait, he did. The end? No! It's not! Ha. And find kids? That he did. Bah! This story is too long. The End. |
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