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There was a little boy, standing besides

  • There was a little boy, standing besides the street in his red trousers. He was collecting something from the floor - when suddenly ...
  • a large shadow unfolded slowly but surely by his feet. His glance then caught it -- the eye of a monster. Fire snorted from the Dragon's large nostrils and it smelled like
  • a Webber grill firing up lighter-fluid saturated brickettes. In fact, a man lived in the dragon's nostril. His name was Wiley, he was from a small town in Kansas and he
  • was both the brother and cousin of Dorothy, you know the one who started doping when she was a kid and claimed that a twister carried her house to a country with flying monkies.
  • So he met up with The Wizard to score some courage but at that minute the Lolipop Guild burst through the doors looking as strong as regular sized people and
  • as mad as regular sized people, but who could take them seriously? They started to throw sugar-glass frag grenades, so the lion shredded them like a pit bull in a preschool.
  • The lion then laid down and took a nap. Aww, how cute. Look at that sleepy fuck. Belly full of midgets. Oh, he's up again! Big ol' lion's found a lioness. What's he doing on top of
  • that tank of nitric acid? What was it even doing in there? What kind of sick person would put a tank of nitric acid inside a lion pen? It was then that I realized with horror that
  • the government was quietly turning lions into rocket fuel. It all makes sense since seeing Apollo 18. The moon is infested with alien rocks with legs and we need to kill them
  • before the kamikaze ones, those with the most chiseled quads, jump from the moon and attack Earth as deadly meteors. When they come in like lions we'll be out on the lam.

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