The cobbled together the last pieces from

The cobbled together the last pieces from the magazine article. The whole thing looked like a soccer ball. He pulled off one octagon and put in the plutonium, slowly, then attached

oh, let me drink the poison of love, i want to go back to the place where i have came from, i am sick of all these agony, pain, distress, and all those memories that kept hurting m

y monkey the whole time.back then I could normally sleep.Now he just goes about the whole night. HOOEHAHA. And then the bananas, GOD all those bananas!The horror, the pain! no more

Grape Ape please. He's ruining the alignment in my jeep every time he gets in. It's practically illegal anyways, I can't see behind me. I bought a gun and I am going to kill him,

the movement of the carriage should mask his odor and if he laid with his head forward his incontinence might accelerate the carriage and speed his trip. A silver lining

, he thought. So he hardened his resolve and bent to the task at hand. "Fbbbthbbbuuhhhpp!" went the noise as the horse-drawn conveyance reached 1.5 mph. Passersby scowled at him.

"Get off the road, fricken Amish!" Shouted an impatient motorist who flipped him the bird and honked rudely. "Pick it up, Isaiah!" He shouted to his carriage driver. The horses

got pissed as, being Amish horses, they were used to a more laid back pace. The traffic around the carriage seemed to stretch out endlessly behind them and the drivers got angrier

until their rage synchronized into an EM pulse that killed their engines and electronics. Except for their radios. The DJ Lady said "What's up, boppers?" and played "Green Acres".