Once upon a time in a far away land in the year 2000, there were five girls with particular "stamina". They like to "masturbate" on shiny enamel rocks while singing "lullabys" to the passing whales. COOKACHOO went the whales, cookachoo. They grew wings of ~sparkly~ colors and made from cows feet. They didn't know where they were going except that they liked shark Shlongs. Days fly by fast like years, and they travelled the seven wonders of the world before crashing into a rainbow pyramid in the middle of the Israel jungle. Gun shots!!!! OH NO!!! But no one was hurt. It was a luck of the draw while they played blackjack. I won. They escaped through the trap door at the bottom of the sea floor, that some dolphins showed them, while swimming in the dead sea.
The tunnel flicked with luminosity and tasted of rattlesnake toes. One turned on a lamp and reached out with her numerous blue arms to reach the glass of hair dye to swallow their fears. The magazine they found on the dead leaves had a picture of a mans face. He told them where to go from there "The shortest route is through the wind" he hummed to a Metallica tune. They immediately set on their way down the yellow brick road to find the homes of the rock stars. They were greated at the window with bowls of soda and glasses of chips. They sat in beanbag chairs heavily lined in satin lace and pigs blood, before going back for seconds of the rock star men dancing around the fire wearing loin cloths of glow in the dark stars.
