My head rang, the blistering sound causing

My head rang, the blistering sound causing slight pain. I looked over towards the wall, where my cost hang, i would never be able to outlive what happened with that coat.

Even for fifteen long years I couldn't get pass the memory that lurked in the darkest places of my mind. So

with that I continued unto my journey with sword in hand. Trying not to think of that devastating night.

And with sword in hand I hacked my way between the trembling ranks. "BLUUHH! UUGGH! AARGHH! NEERGH!" They cried, just before they died. I took

a selfie with their lamenting widows. I then posted a youtube of my pillaging and village burning. I then tweeted, #BARBIANSROCK,

The hashtag that I posted, #BARBIANSROCK, got me 10,000 followers on Twitter! I just knew it; I was close to having as many followers as Obama or Caitlyn Jenner now. Was I delusion

-al? You bet I was! With new-found vigor I sprinted to the nearest hilltop and yodeled like Tarzan must have after he'd "married" Jane. My call was answered by a shower of bullets

saw of troop of Valkryies riding towards me. They all looked like Wilford Brumley and they were looking for me. Swiss chocolate and diabetes were the end of me. I grabbed another c

hocolate & ran. A Brimley valkyrie landed in my path, lecturing me on Quaker Oatmeal & Liberty Medical. I cast a spell saying “Diabeetus begone!” & it vanished in a puff of smoke.