hey my name is Jeff. i wanted to have a friend

hey my name is Jeff. i wanted to have a friend that was def. I was walking down the street and i found a...

foghorn. I blasted it in people's ears and waited until I found someone that did not react. BingO! A deaf person. Attempting to befriend them I struck up a conversation. "Hello, go

"Do you have any deaf friends?" I asked cheerfully, looking around him. His friends then wriggled out of his ears and came resting on my foghorn, biting at it viciously.

No I answered

I was going to finish eating this bowl of pudding, and no one was going to stop me! I grabbed my spoon, sang the Russian national anthem, scooped up a spoonful, and ate it whole!

I felt a strange sensation in my lower gut. Oh no, I'm poisoned! I started feeling very queasy, then dropped to the ground. I hate pudding roullette.

I felt a strange sensation in my lower gut. Oh no, I'm poisoned! I started feeling very queasy, then dropped to the ground. I hate pudding roullette.

That was the last time I ate at Leona's. Plasticene flowers were everywhere, adding to the false floor. The holes numbered 457,357.

The moral of this story was obvious. Without any hint of context or something, however, small to go on, those who follow you will be undoubtedly lost for words.