29

"I have herpes."

  • "I have herpes."
  • "Herpe-derpes?" I asked, my eyes widening.
  • 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:
  • 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
  • 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.
  • 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,
  • 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.
  • The wizard transform into a frog, and you eat frog. Magic frog, you thinks as you slurp its leg. "Gotta get me some more"
  • 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
  • unpredictable: some suffered from Enchanted Prince Syndrome, a few native Frenchmen would attempt to broil and sautee their own legs, while the majority would
Started
2011-04-23 02:30:03
Finished
2011-06-08 03:18:49

3 Comments

  1. Avatar

    SlimWhitman Jun 09 2011 @ 08:42

    Not the dredded Herpes Derpes! The cure is worse than the disease! That blue giraffe tongue eww!
  2. Avatar

    Bad. Jun 09 2011 @ 09:41

    @DanMars: I see what you did there...
  3. Avatar

    DanMars Jun 09 2011 @ 10:53

    BadAxel: Ha Ha, well, just trying to keep it flowing.

Want to leave a comment?

Sign up!