Long ago, there once was a magic puff of flatulence sprayed windex all over the little village children. Sometimes, when the children were annoying the puff of flatulence pissed on their eyebrows making them sing Elvis pelvis blues. One night, Sandra, the mediaeval boy from under the couch became extremely drunk from the smell of pineapples. The children often killed powerpuff girls who ate Sandra although, Sandra would screech like Ringo Starr. The pineapple named Shamar disliked fetuses that kicked chapsticks into wells full of vomit. However, the children became fond of vomit so they dove into the well and drank from it. Shamar, thought someone should punch all the children for world peace. Sandra disagreed with tears, so wet and magical. Sometimes, they sang elivis pelvis blues along with punching Ringo Starr. Sometimes, when tears are finding their mothers they create many orangoutangs that tattoo penises for grandmothers. Often, grandmother like penises so they bake cakes for squids. Suddenly, the village children hydrated and slaughtered all the greasy penises in olive oil. One day, a giant penis came. The village children frowned thinking about how saucy spaghetti tastes. The black penis that screamed french said, “French fries!” Then marched into lava. Sandra hated french fries, so dove into the well of vomit. The children screamed and picked up worms off the back of sandra who became a beautiful sheep. Then the sheep cried spaghetti for ten village children but the forks disagreed with death of things. Suddenly, death arose and slapped the French with baguettes. He spoke with Ghandi who didn’t understand death because death was bald. The pineapple, rotted because Ghandi liked ponies more than spaceships. Realizing that Ghandi parked his bike filled with dildos near the well, he jumped out of a fetus and into a kaleidoscope. He often smelled imagination created by puffs of flatulence that hated chapstick. Finally, the children committed a sin that made everyone happy. However, Ghandi died of death from jumping into giraffes who also climbed stairs. Now, everyone will die. The End.
Written by Laura (1:25pm) and Vanessa (2:25am)
