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.
Erik Visits an American Grave, Part 1,825
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This is the grave of Horace and Baby Doe Tabor. Born in 1830 in Holland,
Vermont, Tabor grew up on the family farm up near the Canadian border. At
the ag...
1 hour 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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