There she was, just walking down the street singing ooh ahh ooh. When suddenly she tripped on a
big iron spoon; and it hurt her little toe. Just then, over there, she saw a big yellow dead bird, rotting. There was rejoicing for once and lots of candy! Snuffelufaguss was guilty of 1st degree black belt ownage on yellow bird from Cobra KAI Dojo. Oh yeah!
What you say?
SHO NUFF SHOGUN
The next day, Bert was killed by a big cauldron of peas which fell from the orange clouds. There once was a lad named Slappy Shoe Shine. No one liked his white skin because it irradiated from the polish mine detector. Then the English teacher named, Mrs. Herminie made me write a short story using a duck and a turtle. Duck Fails Turtle Using the Polygathirum.
The battle began. It was on. I CHOOSE YOU to be the wielder of the Fork of truth!
*great glowing appeared*
This incredible youth had the power to bend spoons with its mind. He could also call forth squirells
of power! But, he was limited by the size of his satchel bag of holding of the Whale, which holds the Sword of greyskull as well as this great novel of a man lost in his Smurfett Body Bag.
In this world beyond our own, we are but tiny little smurfs swiming in a pool of vomit. Do not be
fooled by the happy fun ball we call life, the universe, and the meaning of Obi wan kinobee's
great teachings. Tomorrow, we dine in the great presence OF RUBY TUESDAYS!!!! Farbeit from us
to call forth the red dragon! Hannibal lector is dead. Now back at the ranch the bunnies did
a bad thing. They dug into farmer browns carrots, which was odd, because the carrots
were made of Nitroglycern, and sulfur . Which surgeon general deemed slightly dangerous
if consumed by oversized german midgets on only saturdays. But other days it was acceptable.
However Mogwai's can never be allowed to eat after nitroglysern infused carrots, or suffer intense
shipping and handling to the far corners of the Richard Geres house.
The fork of many dark paths was summoned by this young lad. There once was
a giant ogre, with a spoon. He was the senior squirell summoner who taught the young lad how the great macarenna was a terrible way to jiggy. The Dark damp hallway led to a chamber of SUPER MOJO MADNESS!
Fortunately, John walked. Yeah, forget me. So we did.
I called forth the Big one with 2 friends and a hamster named Billy Rode where they proceeded into the great land of Erwin. Erwin was a painter, who loved richard gere and fluffy white rabbits and mad hatters. But contrary to the associated press, squirells are very good at poker but terrible at swimming. Nevertheless, they enjoy it anyway. They don't drink ketchup or honey. Anymore, they were found to be trying to get a social disease like Brintey Spearsd to miss being a Mouseketeer, despite the fact that Mice and squirrels fly space ships.
Now the ogre, who is dead but now resurrected and walking around, got lunch at Quedoba, and paid
with his life. He has several lives so it was only heartburn, but death followed him on twitter, slowly and painfully in a combine. But that wouldn't account for his facebook page. However,with no head, he was able to wrestle and to fit in to a woodchipper. But it wasn't this ogre's fate. The ogre decided to drink acid, as in, acidic orange juice. This mixed with nitroglycerin beer drinking fool shouted someone else had to use a new sentence. A new beginning is what this ending could be.
Meanwhile, the young ninja space demon killed the ogre, but the ogre had a specific 4th edition rule
medical condition that prevented him from being killed by a will saving throw of d20s; rolled a 1 that was really a natural 20.
Meanwhile back at the Dungeon Masters Twist and Shout, the bartender was telling everyone to
kill the ogre like Elmer Fudd. Fortunately, the patrons saved the ogre, but couldnt stop singing the song DEATH TO OGRE!