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Bon mot? No, bon mojo!

  • Bon mot? No, bon mojo!
  • With a chicken squawk and a puff of smoke, Papa Joe the voodoo priest appeared in the sushi bar. "Hello, Moto! I have a mystery for you and your Number One Son. My wife and best fr
  • y cook have noticed a very significant drop in the salt levels of the french fries." "We know someone at corporate is orchestrating the entire conspiracy, we need your help sir!"
  • i decided not to help... Because I was the one behind the this plot! The low salt levels were honestly not really part of the conspiracy, just a random accident, but the
  • high amount of Skittles I had just ingested were crucial to succeeding in my master plan. Every soul on the face of this planet would know the true meaning of 'Taste the Rainbow'!
  • On my way to the airport I smiled at random passerbys , showing my mouthful of Skittles-dyed teeth. The most important phase of my plan was about to commence.
  • I knew the American Dental Association conference was scheduled to begin today and they'd all be arriving at LAX between 10 and 3 p.m. I had everything I needed stored in my trunk
  • of ecstasy. The Trunk of Ecstasy is massively
  • overrated. Really? Ecstasy? More like laaame. Who wants to sit around in some dumb trunk, anyway? I think I'm locked in here. Weren't they supposed to let me out like, 10 minutes
  • ago? Ugh, I lost count of the bumps. It all feels bumpy. I don't even hear no flamingos. How the hell did that jackass in the movie do this? Better not get tacos without me.

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