Nasa finally settled on the foop tube propulsion

Nasa finally settled on the foop tube propulsion as a cost saving measure. Mr. Simpson had not passed the physicals until they looked at his cc gas/burito specs. The flight to mars

fell asleep. The General had been taking slugs of Wild Turkey the whole time Mr. Simpson was getting ready. The General had stopped caring when Bob Barker quit the Price Is

Right, claiming that the giant panda on the veranda would not let him host anymore. The General had gone out with hi elephant gun to bag the panda, but came back with Good Humor

bars for everyone! General Woundwort snorted loudly, then kicked a candy bar directly into the face of the Panda. The Panda was nonplussed, but he ate it anyway, shot the

waiter and left. Pandas aren't known for being heavy tippers. Unless they're sitting on a scale. General Woundwort lamented how Kudos bars these days aren't chocolate coated. His

mind wandered, detaching from the trauma of the situation and regressing towards happier times, memories of Pa and the Kudos bar Cindy had given him at the fair when he was seven

wandered momentarily across his mind, but then he turned back to matters at hand: the washing machine. He could have sworn he separated his socks from his underwear, but upon clo

uds of fate blow the winds of chance. And so it was that Harvey Finklestein happened to glance behind the dryer just when a Lint Elf was making off with a single tube sock. He saw

in that very moment his ultimate doom. Harvey was destined to spend the rest of his life at the mercy of the dire Lint Elves and their mischievous sock-stealing antics forever.