A/N: So, people are giving me less reboos. And that makes me, sad. So, please post me good reboos. Like, maybe five of them/ That's all, just five and I'll be very ahppy! It would be very nice, and it would make me happy.
So, anyways, when I woke up in the morning, I shot a bunch of loggers, ONE WA S MANED KENDRIC GET IT KENDRIC IF YOURE READING THIS I F**CKIN HATE YOU SORRY FOR BERAKING YOUR HEAR! and then ate breakfast with my pet goaticorn Fruity-tooty.
When we were finished, we started dancing and then went to the grocery store and took six large geese, three shovels, and a parsley bag, put them under our arms and walked outta the store. A policeman stopped us and said:
"Hello there you sexy young girl." Batting his eyebrows flirtily. "What do you have there."
"Geese." I say, thinking, you author tearing pig. "What do you care about it you son of a bitch."
"Well stealins bad." He makes a sternful face. "And it's bad because the gubernemt sez so."
Hes talkin out the side of his mouth like a stupid face.
"Yeah well I don't like the gubberment." I say. "I do not like it at all."
"Well then I will make you like it."
He pulls out a saw the size of a chicken and grins and winks and I sream no but he says ahhaha yes the gobbment will make you pay for saying such elegant thins."
He saws off my legs and arms and head.
"Is that it." I scream. "Can you not take the truth you bastard."
"That is true." He sobs blubberously falling down on the sidewalk and pounding his fists against the pavement. "That is so true. How did you know?"
I toss my hair the color of melted gummy bears and blueberries. My skin is as smooth as a purple catipillar's sitting on a leaf and exploding into a butter's fly with a boom and a mushroom cloud that makes squirrels cry. That drowns the forest and allows life to begin anew all because of one worm.
"I'm half-elf," I giggle, pointing to my pointy ears and crossing my eyes. "My mom lived in middle earth and worked for santa."
"My liege," the evil man bellows, dropping to one gnu. "How did I not know?"
"Beats me," I say, hopping up and skipping over to the drug store, "but can you die?"
'Kay," he says, and does, blood spurting out of his eyebrowns.