Love DaVie xxx
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| "Hi mum im in Zurich........." Oh hello. Welcome to the stories. What you do not know is you are entering a world full of crazy shit, so if you want to kill yourself with gentle mozart in the background, get off the site you fucking weirdo. The story starts back in the day, the day when Pens were Pencils, and before i had that top hat. MacmMillian had been fishing for dead men in dead man's lake, when suddenly from nowhere appeared a beast, a beast with a fur coat, and a nipple for a face. "Do not be afraid!" it shouted. MacMillian was frightened and shat his pants."AAAAAH" he said. He was afraid, the nipple-faced-being was angry, and stuck a spoon in MacMillian's eye. The puss, the pain, the black voodoo, the wet jigsaw puzzle, the old man, the stopped watch. MacMillians eye was no more, his face was no more, and his hamburger was no more (I ate that before u ask u dickface). All cos he was an afraid bastard with shit in his pants. I didnt tell you one thi! ng, MacMillian was 7 years old, which was the number of uncles the beast had. "Oh" he cried "Ah" he squeaked, he knew, that he had killed the magic potato faced beings son. He went round to 66 Potato Avenue, Barnet, Herts. EN5 2HA and proclaimed to the world, I killed your son. A man answer, and instead of hair, he had mash potato. "Why!!??" he cried. But before Nippleface danced, snakes were upon him like ravishing old women at bingo night. Two fat ladies. We weeped, he seeped, he beeped. The end was nigh, but he drew his magic hand, and pulled the mash from his head, releasing ketchup "AAAAHHHHHH MY BEAUTIFUL MASH" potato hair cried, and sunk to the floor. He suffered, suffered like a snowman in the oven, like a dove in the oven, like another oven in the oven. It was over, he had lost. They both lost and melted into the floor like dirty chavs. The lesson is, never shit your pants when u see a man with a nipple as a face. Love DaVie xxx |
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