I've noticed something about myself. The

I've noticed something about myself. The longer I play FoldingStory the more disgusting I become. What started off as a literary adventure has become little more than a

string of cleverly crafted poo jokes, the manifestation of sentient unaesthetic foodstuffs and the occasional one-off endorsement of non-sequitur sexual deviance. FS helps me heal

but laughter is the best medicine. Immature jokes about poo and sex really get me through the day.

During the night I feast on Knock Knock jokes. Did you hear the one about the cat and the latex thong?

"Yes, its latex allergy..." "Its latex allergy what?" "I don't know, you ate the rest of the joke." This was a common occurrence. I tried to kick the habit with Good Humor bars but

omy people bunged up with latex. There & then I decided on a different course in my life. I'd embrace my latex-filled guts as part of who I am. Bunged, I would be empowered to give

All living creatures shelter from the coming war, provided they were underwater in the octopus's garden. General Petraeus was fired because he wouldn't follow instructions. Bunged,

the wine casks in the caves of Chamoureux-les-precours would hold their wine in reserve for another twenty years or more. In fact, it wasn't until the year

2040 that nuclear holocaust survivors were unexpectedly treated to this superb Chardonnay & discovered it was the perfect companion to the cadavers they lived off of. Ah la votre!