Break The Shell Open!

As the tall, dark and shady character wearing the HAL suit, lied his way back into a false reality he self prophesied his own existence into the cold spring streets of Iceland…
the stock market crashing in all around him…
luckily, he had brought his transmoragafier… turning all the stocks into penguins…

but then suddenly his HAL suit RROD’d
…as he cussed at the at the stupid M$hit 1D10T’s the penguins picked him up and flew him to push the button. push the button. push the button and. push the button and drop. drop. drop. drop. drop the bomb…

so, as Yasmine was saying “haha pants”
well now that we’ve got that sorted… I’m going to go get some jelly and hand the story telling over to him…

So, as I was skating down the hill into a jam half pipe the manowar shouted “DON’T YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU ARE?!”

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…so, as soon as i thought I’d asploded all the manowar with that spectacular feat of skill, he trapped me within a jam sandwich, sticky, artificial jam in a burnt and deformed shell of light

OH… he’s back… catchya later…

So… as we continue with the story of this peculiar man, he suddenly finds his thoughts trapped, within a box, he locks it up and swallows the combination and forgets it, never looking away so it don’t get stolen…

We we would both like to thank our editorial assistant, Elmo Lochie.
Cheers.

~ by Ben Pyman on 8 October, 2008.