There were three mottos to live your life

There were three mottos to live your life by in those times:
Cannibalize you friends, birthday parties are for wimps, and don't eat the yellow snow unless there's a lemonade stand nearby. The thing is my dad had eaten the wrong man, so
when the deceased's brother turned up we had a lot of explaining to do about how his dead brother had been deep fried into a dish and eaten.
Ultimately, his parents shoved him into a box and shipped him to Sweden. There he discovered
that Swedish Meatballs aren't really Swedish. Disillusioned, he got back in his box and shipped himself to the Cayman Islands, where he hoped to find a wife. Most of the women
liked to cover themselves in canned Swedish meatball, so he hyperventilated throughout the entire trip. He couldn't stand the island, so he sailed and found himself elsewhere.
He found the island of Patmos. It was barely an island. It only had room for him and a hermit that lived on it. He claimed to have visions, revelations, from the Most High God of
Deserted Islands. But this one, "Patmos" was about ten feet by twelve - barely enough room to turn around and say hi to your own shadow. No wonder he was hallucinating. "Well this
better be better than was Ekeziel saw or I'm gonna want my money back!" He yelled out to the ferryman who delivered him pre-eaten giant bird livers laced with the tears of a Klown.
. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the ferryman grumbled under his breath as he pushed off again. "That's what they all say."

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