There once was a girl named Soap and she

There once was a girl named Soap and she was extreamly addicted to waffles. One day she was eaten by a dinosaur who had diroea and suffered from drepression. The end

then they were both dead in their happy little coffins in the happy little graveyard in the back of the happy little town on the happy little highway of the happy little country

music industry town in the happy little state that was bought by a Big Pharma factory that pumped out these little happy pills in happy little boxes that they sold with in little h

appy little razor blades. The truth of the matter was the happy pills only worked so long. Big Pharma figured that once they lost their charm, the user would off themselves and

that would end their problems. The other half the time, FDR would roll into some strangers' home singing, "Oh he flies through the air!" Big Pharma considered lowering the dosage.

FDR requested to grow a bigger wingspan and fly over the Forbidden City. He would take a hidden camera and make a film for his grandchildren to see later on. The Empress of

Course said that would be fine, but didn't know how FDR was going to grow wings. FDR printed some more money, "does this help?" "No, but it makes me feel better."

"Money alllways makes me feel better... precious, sweet moneeeeey" he drooled and slobbered his way over towards FDR, licking his lips "Print more, Franky, MORE! SHOW ME THE

PRINTING PRESS. LET'S MAKE MULAH!" FDR scowled."It's not about money.It's about the right to a decent & fair chance for tyranny is built on injustice. We're here to win the peace."