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It's the year 2024, and gluten has been outlawed.

  • It's the year 2024, and gluten has been outlawed. Ronald is standing behind the counter of his secret, underground bakery when a mysterious figure enters. The figure
  • the Caped Glutenator need to resupply his wheat muffin, bagel, dumpling,cookie, butter bisquit, donut, pumpernickle & rye bread, and eclair supplies.. Ronald 's illegal backery
  • stocked the sort of treats you're best to wear a gas mask whilst cooking up. Yummy. The McCrackCocaine Sandwhich Combo was a favourite amongst his derelict customers. Consisting of
  • a balanced blend of invigorating pharmaceuticals, it kicked ass out of a day of idleness. "Be 100% unproductive, feel $1,000,000!" gushed a regular as he munched his Quarter Ouncer
  • Cokehead Burger. "Boy, do I feel like a million bucks!" Jim cried, simultaneously licking and snorting the last bits of his burger. "I think I should go
  • refill my McCracken fries and malted meth shake before returning to work. Maybe the guys at the office would like some. Maybe I should order
  • their deaths. Maybe the guys at the office need to die. Not like, a maybe, but should die. I contacted the demon who still owed me 2 more wishes.
  • "Hi this is Indian Tech Support, how ma-" "Sorry wrong number", I said, and dialled the wish demon. "Hey bruh! Yea. Yea. Yea the two wishes. Ok. Ok man see you later." I put down
  • The phone and wondered who to ask for help now. My uncle Jack may be able to help, so I rang him up. He said he would be there in about one hour. He drove a vintage car, stubbornly
  • and badly. I forgot about that. So I rang up my other uncle, Bob, the rich one. Ten minutes later his private heli touched down beside me and we were off. Off to freedom once more.
Started
2016-04-10 20:11:38
Finished
2016-05-04 06:10:01

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