theres this girl named jay and she's so...

theres this girl named jay and she's so...

ugly i wouldnt touch her with mount everest so

I decided I would climb the Himilayas to get away from her. The sherpas carried my comic books, microwave, PS3, and Mountain Dew. I was prepared to get out of that basement.

"The increased proximity to the Sun is working a number on my pasty skin," I thought. But the WiFi at the peak was lag-free. I turned on my PS3 and saw that IAmYeti was online.

I'd been steadily haranguing @IAmYeti for weeks. I was just uploading another rip-roaring zinger when I brushed a wee clump of snow off my jacket. But it wasn't snow, it was Yeti's

back hair. The Yeti was emptying his Man Groomer on the cliff above. I shouted up at the Yeti but a clump of hair went right into my mouth and

I spat it out and became sick. Nothing grosses me out like teratoma. I shouted again at the Yeti of Ixchel, but now he was walking away. Infuriated at his boorish manner, I climbed

atop his massive hairy shoulders, and bit his ear off, Tyson style. I could help but laugh while the Yeti screamed in pain, "Heh heh, Yeti tastes like Tyson chicken

was really just a Yeti, who didn't like ears.