I'm so ashamed... but i'll post it anyways.
On a hot day in July, somewhere in the state of Roanoke, a little boy named Steven skipped merrily down the street. He was headed for Mr. Jenkins candy shop, which went to every day to buy as much candy as his fat little hands could carry. Upon arrival thought, he saw that the store was different.
A gigantic green shoe had replaced the store. Little fat midgets scurried over it like a swarm of ants and hit themselves on the head with miniature hammers while singing the ABCs. One fat midget, apparently the leader because of his huge throbbing epidermis, took notice of Steven and hopped down from the shoe.
“You there,” he said, wiggling his nose in the air wildly. “Why aren’t you pouring syrup on the ‘gator?” Steven saluted the midget and waddled his fat ass over to the pink Asian alligator.
“This will only take a minute!” the boy said, pouring his syrup all over the ‘gator. Suddenly the universe exploded, and the boy died.
“Suddenly, the boy was dead!” Steven said, before realizing that he wasn’t supposed to say that.
“Where will I get my syrup now that we are dead?” the Asian alligator asked, waving his many tentacles around wildly. The fat midgets, knowing the solution, lined up single-file and took turns pouring syrup over the ‘gator.
“Problem solved!” God said, hopping on his motorbike and driving off into the distance.
(It goes on like this...)
Something I wrote while drunk...
