Slick Willy loading the half-empty clip into

Slick Willy loading the half-empty clip into his Beretta. He had to do this. Didn't want to, but had to, otherwise the garbage men would keep taking his home from him. He walked to
Timbuktu to meet Bob Marley. Slick Willy and Bob were about to stand up for the rights of
elevated octopi, bred as slave labor. They serve short, horrid lives in the gas-mines of Centius Majoris. The pair had settled on protest first, but Bob had other ideas.
Mate with the octopi and form a new species; one that could eventually grow strong enough, through selective breeding practices, to
open peanut butter jars when it's cold outside. These Octopi would have to be kept in hover aquariums equipped with a voice-speak device. That's where our story begins
...well, almost. You need a few more background details before we can move on. I know this story is off to a slow start, but you have to first understand that the Octopi hovering
... or is it octopusses? (-podes?) I know it is Greek, let me look it up. (Hmmmm.... nothing.) Anyway a whole group of them where hovering over our RV.
"Hey!" yelled Thelma.,"look at them hovering octopuses." Barry looked out of the RV's porthole. "It's octopi isn't it?" "No, that's based on a misunderstanding of Latin grammar,"
"Octopodes" said baby Bubba in the car seat. Thelma was ecstatic - his first words! In their excitement, Barry opened the porthole for some fresh air and flooded the RV with
sunlight, which immediately caused the baby to burst into flames - as it was a vampire, of course. Thelma rocked herself in further ecstasy, "Good, precocious vampire babies suck."

Started: 2013-02-18 15:00:46
Finished: 2013-08-07 02:50:08

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