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As the Baby-Trapeze shot the Taco-Bell dog

  • As the Baby-Trapeze shot the Taco-Bell dog at the European Waffle-House waitress, the man realized that
  • he was destined to be a ballroom dancer. Whenever he danced, he felt like a butterfly fluttering across the dance floor. This made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. One day he
  • entered the retirement home dance contest. He was paired with Madge, who had the softest hands imaginable. They decided to Cha Cha as their first number. Unfortunately,
  • neither of them knew the Cha Cha, or could hear the music start. Had it started he wondered. "Yes, it has" said Madge. "Oh, did I say that out loud?" he enquired. "No", said Madge
  • But her mouth wasn't moving. I came to realize that everything she'd said the entire night was like that. She'd never made a sound, but I heard. The music faded in as I touched her
  • mechanical owl that sat on her shoulder. It made strange clock noises and could spin its head all the way around. Blood dripped from the sack. Giant scorpions appeared and trashed
  • most of the survivors, but I didn't care. "THIS is the 'Clash of the Titans' I remember!" I howled victoriously and took the bloody bag, intent on destroying the Kraken with
  • the head of Sarah Palin. Once the Kraken saw Sarah Palin's severed head, he froze as if he had turned to stone. However, he then furtively
  • nibbled upon her neck. Apparently it was tasty, because he kept nibbling. The taste of which we'll never know, because just as the Kraken thought "it tastes like" it was impaled by
  • a huge balldozer driven by a drunk Kesha drugged up on tequila and glitz. "What a way to die" it thought as the final blow was administered. " I never liked Kesha".

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