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A chain is only as strong as its weakest

  • A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. And my brain is composed of trillions of little links. I needed to get smarter quick so I set out to kill of a few billion weak links
  • . But before I could execute my plan, I though, "Mime school." A man with a white face and a striped shirt appeared. He was Optimus Mime, he could transform into a
  • Anti-Mime for very short installments yelling things like, "I'M IN A FUCKING BOX MORON, GOD!" This of course had dastardly impacts on the tips. Regardless he pressed on using his
  • overcoat drive to self regulate the flow of weasel flourishes. The habberdasterdly manner of his flying coon cap flummoxed the wii anti mime sweepers who detected simulated box top
  • of Old Smokies. "What's the secret password?" Cooncap asked at the door of the club. I looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Weasel." I whispered and the door opened.
  • "That's the old password." He leaned towards me menacingly, threatening to snarl. Shit. I wanted to panic and flee into the forest, but something like a voice whispered "
  • The site was hacked and has been infected with a virus. I would not go there! If you do, your computer won't be usable!" The voice was right. I still went into the forest and hid.
  • My computer of course caught a virus from the website but I didn't understood to what extend it would break my computer. Next morning when I tried to turn it on, it just went black
  • . After 30 seconds or so the tray opened and a delicuous grilled cheese sandwich came out of my computer. What the hell kinda virus would do that?! I tried to switch it on and off
  • , but it only brought sizzling noises from my PC , as if it were preparing home fries. That's when smoke began billowing from its vents, & tiny chefs streamed out of it in a panic.

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