| Q 風のノータム Level: 105 ![]() Posts: 1256/2986 EXP: 11963309 For next: 298951 Since: 08-03-07 Pronouns: she/her From: Nowhere Since last post: 38 days Last activity: 1 day |
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So, like, one day I was walking around this camp, and this dude with a literal tinfoil cap was all, "Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude~," when he started to talk to me. I was all fishy and such but then a thing happened and, pow, it was all gone. I walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked until finally I found a rock left. It wasn't a rock, though, it was actually my evil brother and he wasn't very nice. Some stuff happened, and I'm all, "Woah," but then a vivacious event occurred and I was dead. I was then a lilly in a field of flowers, but I was still dead and squishy. Soon, the birds were singing and I was then inspecting the nostalgic and sticky memories of a person I never met. This person was also dead because he was a skeleton. He had an afro, so he was a great boxer and he was also invisible so he could see all of the tacky things of the night. Things were starting to get moldy at this point, so I entered the ghost town, which was green and fluffy. Squids were very nice at this time of day, so a potato would go quite well with the moon exploding into animal crackers in an incredibly solid way. Not only was I boring, but all the colors of the mega-rainbow were coming out of my tails. Vitamin CD-ROMs were distributed throughout the spotted lambs, and big daddy was shining like a cereal box as he rode into the color printer with his best buddy, a graphing calculator named Tim. Martha then explained to the audience the love dodecahedron while an alter ego was very eager to shift her weight to one side of her feet just as the moon dropped right after the wedding concluded that spice is not a form of government. We apologize for the unconstitutional like-likes that appeared at the breeding grounds in an effort to sweat their existence away, for they were supposed to be t-bone steaks that expel a sharp green gas often used to save lives and watch TV. Charlie was absent, so I became Charlie and the universe was reduced to a datum. READY > OK > 3, 2, 1, BLAST OFF! |













