My mom gave me a lollipop so i ate it and

My mom gave me a lollipop so i ate it and then i passed out. I woke up and in the chucky cheeses ball pin and got up then passed out again and woke up in the mall with this

it felt so good in there and i decided to leave it in there for the future when we decide to have a good party at my firends

Satanic baptism. So there it was, just sitting like a trucker on a bar stool which meant

that any number of unfortunate maladies could be in it's future, or even currently causing pain, inflammation, or blockage. I'm no proctologist but

I played one on TV so I know my way around a**holes. (My agent was one.) My recommendation is to eat plenty of fruit and take up badmitton. Why? Hey, I'm no brain surgeon but

when you're bad, I put on my mittens and start walloping you in the face until you can't see straight. Then I stomp your feet until they're flat. But back to my illustrious TV job.

I was a kitten. The fact that i can type and read in English led to me have a reality TV show. During my tenure as a reality TV star, I started learning how to box. This helped

me to quickly and efficiently gift wrap the presents I sent to my many fans. A genuine turd from the talking Kitty bedded in my patented cat litter. Reality finally caught up to me

when I realized that all of this had been for naught. My mom was still dead, Hitler had still been a Nazi, and I just lost the argument.