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Since our drone program was scrapped, we

  • Since our drone program was scrapped, we decided air lifting homing zombies into enemy bunkers to be our only hope.
  • The sound of the spinning blades was deafening. I wave my squad towards the machine. It is latched onto a giant crate full of ravaged zombies. "Locked and Loaded" I shout, I sit in
  • my own mess. I did this. This is my problem. I started the zombie apocalypse. Now I foist my mistake on to the world by
  • giving a glass of lemonade to every single person in the world
  • This was going to be quite the task. Especially as I, the kool-aid man, purely detested lemonade to its very core. Who willingly drank the stuff? I thought back to the Tang monkey
  • & if that Tang monkey could go to space then I could surely take a sip of lemonade, for the sake of my kid's happiness. So, I, the kool-aid man, grew a pair and drank the lemonade.
  • Seconds after drinking the lemonade, the sun was eclipsed by a giant Ravi Shankar, who was lowered to a makeshift stage with ropes on squeaky pulleys. Tiny blue gods emerged from
  • his sitar and flooded across the makeshift stage until the entire area was a sea of crawling, squirming blue bodies. Ravi looked down upon them with a warm paternal smile.
  • “Friends,” said Ravi, “you have to admit that’s some REALLY excellent weed the ushers passed out to you!” He broke into Purple Haze, rocking his sitar like a crazed Hindu Hendrix.
  • He wasn't wrong. They decided to let everything go. The only thing that mattered now was living in the moment. And trying to find a McDonald's for some fries.
Started
2014-10-07 09:29:30
Finished
2018-04-30 21:02:25

1 Comments

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    Woab May 01 2018 @ 12:18

    Some lemonade!

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