...you've been warned. Enjoy!
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"WOOF!" said the bacon. "That's what you said last week!"said the planet. Then the bacon squiggled its way to its burrow, where it underwent the next stage of its evolution. The blob of bibble-babble bubble-gum stared in amazement; it had actually made a tongue-twisted name!
Meanwhile, the dancing banana peel bounced up the telephone pole, and proclaimed, "It is the timing of the Peanut Butter Jelly!" Then it fell off, and tripped over itself. Later, the bacon – now a bacon-butterfly, or "baconfly" – found the banana peel, and gave it to the aardvark as its birthday present! The aardvark was very happy, and put the banana peel into its pucely purse. Then the squirrel ate the aardvark's head, and sold the rest of it at its garage sale!
Everything was looking fine….and that's when the pie exploded. BOOOM! Mr. Amoeba laughed out loud at the big mushroom, doing the mariachi! Then it realized that it couldn't exist, since it was a single cell the size of an 18-wheeler, and his face imploded. The brain just sat there, like the lazy pile of electrical protoplasm he is, and the bowl of spaghetti fell out of the sky, said, "It's me! I was the turkey all along!", and was squished by the sperm whale kitty.
Now that that terrible, ice-cream-induced event is over, let's talk about airline food! The planet of bratwursts is saved! We did it! Now, we can go unleash cupcakes on the inhabitants. YAAAAAY!
Meanwhile, the dancing banana peel bounced up the telephone pole, and proclaimed, "It is the timing of the Peanut Butter Jelly!" Then it fell off, and tripped over itself. Later, the bacon – now a bacon-butterfly, or "baconfly" – found the banana peel, and gave it to the aardvark as its birthday present! The aardvark was very happy, and put the banana peel into its pucely purse. Then the squirrel ate the aardvark's head, and sold the rest of it at its garage sale!
Everything was looking fine….and that's when the pie exploded. BOOOM! Mr. Amoeba laughed out loud at the big mushroom, doing the mariachi! Then it realized that it couldn't exist, since it was a single cell the size of an 18-wheeler, and his face imploded. The brain just sat there, like the lazy pile of electrical protoplasm he is, and the bowl of spaghetti fell out of the sky, said, "It's me! I was the turkey all along!", and was squished by the sperm whale kitty.
Now that that terrible, ice-cream-induced event is over, let's talk about airline food! The planet of bratwursts is saved! We did it! Now, we can go unleash cupcakes on the inhabitants. YAAAAAY!
Now, everyone form seperate lines - haters and angry mobs on the left, the traumatized and insane on the right, and the confused get to re-read it, and decide whether it tortured you or made you angry.
Baconfly says nothing, for he has no mouth!
