Cap'n Crunch was pissed. Those uppity Crunchberries

Cap'n Crunch was pissed. Those uppity Crunchberries had succeeded in removing his name from "their" cereal. Little pink BASTARDS! He'd killed peanut butter Smedley, now he'd crush

every last one of those evil crunchberries. He hired Janine Sugawara to take the berries to court on the grounds of fraud-that they were not really berries at all but simply

a berry-like substance made from octopus and wheat gluten. The intent was not to sue Dan for money. Rather the claim was aimed at false advertising. You can not call a berr

by the correct caliber until you have the correct caliper measurements. That's what got us smack dab in the middle of this

explosion of crappy Manga fiction. Some of the pictures were cool but none of the stories made any sense. She broke down, she turned to her butch friend and said, "I hate Anime

attaching paper anime eyes to squirrels anyway? Still she remained silent, continuing her bizarre work. Only when I tried to wrestle the glue and paper out of her hands did she

react. she pulled out an AK47. "Oh, whoa, I'm sorry, i didn't..." but i was gone. i died. police and news reporters were everywhere, reporting a rampaging woman in a tank. Well, I

looked down from heaven. I was like Grand Theft Auto downthere. For me, they gave a nice set of wings and some fiddly golden lyre thing. "What do you do here?" "Read mostly."

Disillusioned, I went for a walk. I saw a guy I recognized, but I didn't know his name. He wanted to hold my hand, but I said no. I later discovered that he was Eric Clapton.