Are you sure that was yogurt? I mean, they did use several slow-cookers and a basin to stop it, after all.
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying insideThat sticky white stuff sure didn't look like yogurt.... Ew.
I hope you get tiny bits of eggshell in all your omelettes for the rest of your life!No, it really is yogurt. Don't ask what flavor it is though...
Pickle flavor. That's what Steve said, just before he drowned in the stuff.
Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers. God's away, god's away, god's away on business... business.Which Steve though? The Steve from Buffalo who owned that preserves shop or the Steve from Minneapolis with the talking turkey?
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying insideSteve was the talking turkey who was also Satan and Buzz Lightyear... somehow.
You don't remember Steve? Zombie Steve? Zombie vampire werewolf Steve? How could you forget Steve?... Oh, wait, it was Alan who drowned in the pickle yogurt. Steve's doing a magic show in Vegas.
Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers. God's away, god's away, god's away on business... business.I think I remember Steve...? Was he the guy who almost lost his hands punching trees all the time?
I hope you get tiny bits of eggshell in all your omelettes for the rest of your life!No, he was the guy who almost knocked himself unconscious bashing his head into trees repeatedly.
What An Idiot Everyone knows that the trees caused the Great Blue Hill Incident of 1962!
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying insideI thought 1962 has a great war going on in the Pacific that's hidden from the public....
Hope: "Let's go. We'll be together." Lightning: "I only know... that soon, we'll be together."That too, the Great Blue Hill Incident was started deliberately to cover the war up though most people don't really believe the story that the tree's became sentient and mobile due to bathbombs
Well, can you blame them? The scientific explanation involves combining Russell's teapot with recombinant DNA. I've doubted it myself, no matter WHAT Ray Bradbury's ghost tries to tell me.
I'm in your fanfiction, correcting your spelling.Are you sure that's Bradbury, and not Einstein up to his usual tricks?
Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers. God's away, god's away, god's away on business... business.Does it matter? I wanna crack the neck of our timeshare guy regardless for recommending either of them at this point.
I'm in your fanfiction, correcting your spelling.But, why would he care if his neck was broken? Seriously, his head isn't even attached to his neck anymore.
Because it's disrespectful to the dead. I should know that, I've been spelunking in the Amazon before, and lemme tell you I seen't it!
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying insideSpelunking in the Amazon? Pssh..that's nothing. Try spelunking in a Walmart at the start of Black Friday, then we'll talk.
I hope you get tiny bits of eggshell in all your omelettes for the rest of your life!Walmart black Friday... I still remember that walrus in the dark corner rambling on about errand boys and debt collecting... the horror, the horror...
Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers. God's away, god's away, god's away on business... business.The walrus? He was in that IKEA. You know, that perfectly, totally normal one.
That explains why i never saw the Walrus, i went in the one built on an Indian Burial Ground.
Edited by Jaxfirebus on Oct 24th 2018 at 7:42:08 AM
That was a pretty cheap Indian Burial Ground, I preferred the one that we visited back when Barney turned earth into Hell.
Too bad his Hell was run by meerkats. At least it got better when the gorillas came in.
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying insideOof, don't get me started on animal-run afterlives. Did you hear what happened in that cat-run purgatory? ... Ha, purrgatory.
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You mean four. The one in Brooklyn was more of a yogurt mishap.