Disclaimer I do not own Golden Sun you snuckle. Nor do I own the word snuckle,
I believe my friend Aleah owns that. So sue her.
I was waiting around staring at my computer screen thinking for ideas. When one finally hit me.
I began to realise I was crazy. Then another thought hit me smack in the face: If I'm crazy, then
everyone else must be crazy because I'm crazy enough to drag them into the white hole of my mind
that is the world of Crazy. Crazy is me, I am crazy. So crazy that they couldn't call me crazy
for too call me crazy is to call themselves crazy for thinking I was crazy when really I'm not
crazy because I am crazy in my mind and I am not crazy in Crazy because Crazy is a land of crazy
people whom are crazy and live in Crazy which is crazy and I am not crazy because you are crazy
and you are crazy because my cat meowed.
On with the point I decided that since I'm crazy I was going to write a story about people who
work in lousy department stores and are crazy. And now I shall tell you the story of how Isaac
made a trip to the Funny Farm. Where life is quite happy, all of the time.
One bright sunny day, Isaac waltzed outside only to be grabbed by people in white coats.
" We're coming to take you away Isaac. We're coming to take you away he he
ha ha."
" Ok." said Isaac.
And they took him to the funny farm. At the funny farm there were orange pigs, purple cows that
could fly, ducks with no feathers, and a pond full of beautiful singing fish. The fish sang songs
until Isaac fried them up and ate them. Then he developed a fear of ducks so he cut off their
beaks and ran around yelling " QUACK!!!!!". Yes Isaac was having the time of his life. And then
he sat down and weaved baskets and put them on his head with a poncho on screaming
" GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Then Isaac found the exit and went home
and exploded into a confetti shower of little singing fuschia toads. Then I laughed so hard I wet
my f***ing pants.
THE END!
I hope you enjoyed my fine work. Bye bye and leave a review or something for me.
I believe my friend Aleah owns that. So sue her.
I was waiting around staring at my computer screen thinking for ideas. When one finally hit me.
I began to realise I was crazy. Then another thought hit me smack in the face: If I'm crazy, then
everyone else must be crazy because I'm crazy enough to drag them into the white hole of my mind
that is the world of Crazy. Crazy is me, I am crazy. So crazy that they couldn't call me crazy
for too call me crazy is to call themselves crazy for thinking I was crazy when really I'm not
crazy because I am crazy in my mind and I am not crazy in Crazy because Crazy is a land of crazy
people whom are crazy and live in Crazy which is crazy and I am not crazy because you are crazy
and you are crazy because my cat meowed.
On with the point I decided that since I'm crazy I was going to write a story about people who
work in lousy department stores and are crazy. And now I shall tell you the story of how Isaac
made a trip to the Funny Farm. Where life is quite happy, all of the time.
One bright sunny day, Isaac waltzed outside only to be grabbed by people in white coats.
" We're coming to take you away Isaac. We're coming to take you away he he
ha ha."
" Ok." said Isaac.
And they took him to the funny farm. At the funny farm there were orange pigs, purple cows that
could fly, ducks with no feathers, and a pond full of beautiful singing fish. The fish sang songs
until Isaac fried them up and ate them. Then he developed a fear of ducks so he cut off their
beaks and ran around yelling " QUACK!!!!!". Yes Isaac was having the time of his life. And then
he sat down and weaved baskets and put them on his head with a poncho on screaming
" GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Then Isaac found the exit and went home
and exploded into a confetti shower of little singing fuschia toads. Then I laughed so hard I wet
my f***ing pants.
THE END!
I hope you enjoyed my fine work. Bye bye and leave a review or something for me.