Are you going to the Writer’s Block Party?

Are you going to the Writer’s Block Party? Take the Pineapple Express north & exit at Indica Ave. Walk two blocks east to Sativa Street; then go south until you see the Purple Haze

said the old man on the street. Tod followed his directions, but it turned out that the whole thing was a scam. But it turned out he was in a pretty dope house, he sniffed the wall

& the wall sniffed back. Neither liked what they were smelling so they each found something else to do somewhere else right now. Of course, the wall couldn't move by itself, so he

Collapsed, taking the entire building down with it. To the wall, death was a preferable alternative to social awkwardness. Three days passed, and then from the rubble emerged a

ocean. This somehow created the largest splash the world had ever known. Tsunamis rippled out in all directions destroying major cities. All from a little, harmless looking creatur

e dropped from a very significant height, along with a potted petunia. When the tsunami receded, all that remained was crabs and salt everywhere. The few who survived

had a crab feast on the beach, but it wasn't much fun with all the debris and drowned people laying about. Plus, there was no beer. So they got to work clearing the shore and

burning all the dead bodies, as to not leave any evidence. They were not about to go to jail for this. With the scent of burning flesh in their wake, They made their getaway.

The cops pulled the car over. “What’s the problem, officer?” “Well, you’ve got a burning body in your backseat!” The driver yelled, “Horace, I thought you said you dumped ‘em all!"