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The alcoholic, chain-smoking,

  • The alcoholic, chain-smoking,
  • rip-roaring, pistol-packing, rootinest-tootenest, hombre this side of the pecos! The pint-sized cowboy elevated himself by the propulsion of his holstered six-shooters.
  • right on up into the stratosphere and beyond into the Milky Bar Nebula
  • which was similar to the Milky Way Galaxy, except with less chocolate and more alcohol. As we blasted through the haze of interstellar acyclic hydroxls, however, the FTL drive
  • became clogged with xanthan and guar gum in the nondiary spiral arm. There was just enough hydrogenate soybean oil to maneuver the ship into an orbit around a cadbury egg.
  • A gumball moon orbited the ship. But the moon's and cadbury planet's sugar was sucked out by an open-ended pixy stick (the equivalent of a black hole in the Easterverse). No sugar
  • substitute was taking over the galaxy. Capt. Aspartame and Lt. Phenylalanine were brainwashing the masses. On the flip side, chocolate bunnies felt safe from ear-circumcision
  • because they were fully-loaded, calorically speaking, and the trend was so far skewed toward the non-nutritive food substitutes. The flab-less starving glam stars revolted in 2023
  • making it cool once again to eat Easy Mac, chili-cheese dogs and Tater Tots. The now chubby glam stars sang songs like "I Want Candy" and "Cheeseburger in Paradise." Everyone got
  • to their homes that night and realised they shouldn't blindly follow the herd as they had trouble squeezing their overweight bodies through their front doors.

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