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| I was watching my favorite television program one fine afternoon: Super Greasy Monkey Tits. Then, outta somewhere, Fester Adams came crashing though my window, holding a piece of salami. | |
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| I was all like "Huh?" and he was all like "Smell my salami!" I said "Not yes." and then he cried. He cried for several hours. His tears filled up my rumpus room, drowning me to death. | |
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| I had died and flew up to heaven. God was there, dancing the macarana. That is what God does when no one is looking. He then spotted me and was like "GO TO HELL!" and I did. | |
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| I went to Hell and Satan was there, dancing the macarana. He spotted me and was like "GO TO DISNEY LAND!" and I did. I went to Disney Land and Mickey Mouse was there, dancing the macarana. | |
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| I had enough of this repetitive bull droppings, so I shot Mickey Mouse with a harpoon gun. Donald Duck then ran up to the dead body and cried out in anger. I shot him, too. It has been a long day. | |
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| (I went back home and Fester Adams was dancing the macarana) | |
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