The Voyage
Day I Forgot what day this was, I guess we'll number them #1, 19Idon'tcare
I was waiting. Waiting to see how many fragment sentences came. Then Donald the time traveling shark, of which his powers were engaged with cupcakes, told me to grab hold of the nearest Account-infested iPhone hook, and anchor him, rough waves were headed our way. Meanwhile, the rest of the crew, Chuck E. Cheese, Pikachu, 4 roasted peanuts, and the letter N, were huddling around the liar fire, of which was fused by embarrassing lies. I pulled out the telescope and asked myself, "Why haven't I used this yet?" and threw it overboard. Over-shark, perhaps? I honestly don't know.
We saw 3 acquaintances, Felix the Cat, a walking, talking unmanned cannon, and The Great Gonzo from the Muppets, heading up on a lifeboat, and heaved them up. We all waited. And waited. (This is exactly what I meant) Until finally, the fragment sentence pirates (I was joking, you win) pulled out the condensed alphabet soup cans and it said, "The football playing king in space with a mustache knows all boundaries of the universe. Did I just tell you that? I need to get this can fixed." So we went to go seek this athletic monarchy somewhere in the vast openings of space that grows lots a facial hair. Suddenly Donald started mumbling to himself about his personal life, and how much he hates rocky road ice cream. I furiously argued with him otherwise. "Rocky Road is the best!" I explain, despite it being my opinion. We will continue our Journal of the voyage another time, when I have more convenient time.