"I have herpes."
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"I have herpes."
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"Herpe-derpes?" I asked, my eyes widening.
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I moved my fingers to my lips. Oh No! It was the dreaded "Herpe-derpes". Luckily, I knew a cure passed down through the ancient generations of my family:
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The cure was a kiss from a drunk reticulated giraffe. Long blue tongue included. In fact you couldn't cure "Herpe-derpes" without the slobbery tongue juice. Guess that meant I had
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no chance. I mean, a giraffe - that's worse than my grandma. Instead I decided to seek the help of a lonely wizard, as I heard he had the spell to cure the Herpe-Derpes.
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You approach the wizard, he looks like he could break at any minute into a speech of how lonely his life is. You decide to not be rude and gradually start the conversation. Uh oh,
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he's not talking about his life, he take out his wand and start casting spell at you. But luckily, your armor are shiny, thus reflect the spell back to the wizard.
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The wizard transform into a frog, and you eat frog. Magic frog, you thinks as you slurp its leg. "Gotta get me some more"
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was the marketing slogan for the canned version of Magic Frog Leg Juice, and it was indeed extremely successful. Many people drank four or five cans a day. The effect of this was
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unpredictable: some suffered from Enchanted Prince Syndrome, a few native Frenchmen would attempt to broil and sautee their own legs, while the majority would
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SlimWhitman Jun 09 2011 @ 08:42
Not the dredded Herpes Derpes! The cure is worse than the disease! That blue giraffe tongue eww!
Bad. Jun 09 2011 @ 09:41
@DanMars: I see what you did there...
DanMars Jun 09 2011 @ 10:53
BadAxel: Ha Ha, well, just trying to keep it flowing.