It happened last Saturday. Evan and I were camping in my back yard. We were telling jokes and eating pizzas when we heard an odd, large noise coming from the television. We thought it sounded like a talking penquin.
Bravely, Evan farted to the penquin. I heard tiny music and fell to my friend. Right before my eyes I saw Evan disappear and then reappear as a peculiar, 259,000,000–foot dog. I drove! But then the dog punched and said, “I'm starving. Got any pop tarts?”
“Wa-wah-where's Evan?” I stammered.
“What's wrong with you? I am Evan!”
That's when I fainted.
28 minutes ago
Billiam does a Vulcan single eyebrow raise, then goes Tim Allen and says "uuyyyaaay?"
ReplyDeleteFollowed by a Gary Coleman moment, "What ju talkin' 'bout, Willis?"
I'm afraid you lost me, as well.
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It's nonsense. There is a site called wacky tales. My son, Ian, puts in adjectives, nouns, verbs, etc. (when asked) and then clicks on the submit button. The story unfolds with the words inserted.
ReplyDeleteAhh. I figured your son was the author, but now it makes a little more sense. In a nonsensical kinda way, that is!
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Billiam scrunches his eyebrows together, then bursts out laughing. NOOOOOOW I get it! DUH!
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