"Funky!" screamed Bootsy Collins, sweat spraying
- "Funky!" screamed Bootsy Collins, sweat spraying from his
- left shin. It had been a hard day on the track and he was ready to call it today. Quite suddenly, a large mountain rose up in front of him, covered in edible sea urchins. "What is
- happening here?" he mused to himself. Unfortunately, he was not such a fan of sea urchins, preferring chicken to any kind of crustacean. A burning in his thighs
- meant the sea urchins were ready to eat. Ever since he'd gotten slow cooker capabilities installed in his thighs, his cooking had improved dramatically.
- But finding pants into which his slow-cooker thighs would fit was problematic. He was eventually able to locate some jodhpurs that did the trick. But by now the urchins were famish
- ed by their lack of fame. They'd expected their arrival would be met with Urchinmania. They had expected giant billboards announcing their arrival and hordes of fans blocking the
- Toiletry shop across the street. But Alas, noone came and the had a clear look at the plungers and toilets across the road. "If only we could get a song on the radio" said Brad. "T
- o think that no one would even take a chance to understand how pristine the toiletries was such a shame"
- I had long waited to use facilities such as this. I couldn't wait to feel the smooth plastic seat on my cheeks as I stimulated my intestinal muscles to squeeze out my faeces into
- A mess resembling a Jackson Pollock. I stood back, amazed at my own invention. Later I won second prize in a local art competition and was rejected outright by the Readers Digest
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- 2014-02-26 23:33:34
- Finished
- 2019-10-04 05:31:47
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BossMann Oct 04 2019 @ 05:35
I feel like it kind of went downhill after 6
LordVacuity Oct 05 2019 @ 11:22
My bad.
ToastMech Oct 05 2019 @ 11:42
i think he meant tree. he said after 6