Post by Anartonia on Nov 13, 2011 16:20:26 GMT -5
The Cardinal took his beak back from a melancholy monkey. He danced lightly whilst a banana ate some crusty monkey's excrement.
Strangely, there was no sandbox to bury the weird monkey's testicles, so the banana went to the shop and was sold for only seven tacos.
"Yum Yum," said it, "that shopkeeper sure knows how to grow whiskers. That beard is better than monkey's alcohol-crippled liver."
Suddenly, the doorbell came to life and asks "Why did you not feed me?" The banana answers: "Because I am still eating myself. " The doorbell asks: "Can I have some Morlago Cotton-candy?"
"No," said Monkey, "your teeth are still in the Cardinal's beak jar."
Thus the doorbell went to seek some haute cuisine. As it ran, the melancholy Monkey took the last Cardinal's beak and mashed it evilly.
"There", he said, "you can't eat".
"Ring," said Doorbell through a mouthful. "Special package delivery!"
Cardinal opened the package. It was an orange doll.
The orange doll then opened it's eyes and jumped out of the package. It reached into it's pocket and whipped out an AK47 and started to unload on everything in sight. The cardinal flew into the air for an aerial assault. It used it's heat vision to melt the orange dolls gun right into it's hands. The doorbell then said, "So do you have any Morlago cotton-candy or what?"
"Of course," said the heretofore silent bottle of Dr Pepper. "Morlago was turned into cotton candy many many months ago. To be honest, it tastes like old moldy wax-paper."
"OK, I'll take it," said the dry rot on the wall behind it.
"Why?" said the invisible high priestess. "I predict it will break you down entirely. I'm calling a general contractor."
The doorbell said "Ring, now let me go back to sleep, goddamnit!"
Strangely, there was no sandbox to bury the weird monkey's testicles, so the banana went to the shop and was sold for only seven tacos.
"Yum Yum," said it, "that shopkeeper sure knows how to grow whiskers. That beard is better than monkey's alcohol-crippled liver."
Suddenly, the doorbell came to life and asks "Why did you not feed me?" The banana answers: "Because I am still eating myself. " The doorbell asks: "Can I have some Morlago Cotton-candy?"
"No," said Monkey, "your teeth are still in the Cardinal's beak jar."
Thus the doorbell went to seek some haute cuisine. As it ran, the melancholy Monkey took the last Cardinal's beak and mashed it evilly.
"There", he said, "you can't eat".
"Ring," said Doorbell through a mouthful. "Special package delivery!"
Cardinal opened the package. It was an orange doll.
The orange doll then opened it's eyes and jumped out of the package. It reached into it's pocket and whipped out an AK47 and started to unload on everything in sight. The cardinal flew into the air for an aerial assault. It used it's heat vision to melt the orange dolls gun right into it's hands. The doorbell then said, "So do you have any Morlago cotton-candy or what?"
"Of course," said the heretofore silent bottle of Dr Pepper. "Morlago was turned into cotton candy many many months ago. To be honest, it tastes like old moldy wax-paper."
"OK, I'll take it," said the dry rot on the wall behind it.
"Why?" said the invisible high priestess. "I predict it will break you down entirely. I'm calling a general contractor."
The doorbell said "Ring, now let me go back to sleep, goddamnit!"