I was walking home last Friday, when
so they kept stuffing him with rice.
Meanwhile, the bird prepared his anus for
even more rice stuffing. Tokiko cried for
hours as the snowball effect began to
summon thousands of birds and small goats
all heading straight for his anus too.
"Will I die in here?" wondered Tokiko,
having just finished hallucinating of diving into
his own rice-stuffed anal passage."If so
much of me can fit in here,
then some goats should be no problem!"
Of course, this was an erroneous assumption
seeing as the goats had sharp horns.
After the screams had finally subsided, there
was a feeling in the air that
some great evil had happened there. The
feeling appeared, most saliently, to be emerging
from the depth of tokiko's ravaged anus
at the bottom of a huge crater.
Of course, this was an erroneous assumption
as the anus was the crater itself.
"Now, this is where things get hairy"
said the hairy uncle, who was experienced
in identifying the exact point at which
things would begin to get noticeably more
populated by the characteristically increased growth of
the frequency of dumb anus-related humor in
identifying the exact point at which things
get hairy. He quickly fed Tokiko a
a ten ounce bar of solid LSD.
The Large Slimy Dick was too much
for poor 🅱ob, whose mind was suddenly
quite hairy. The hairiness was characterized by
naming himself Bob and diving dick first
into the increasingly hairy uncle's hairy navel
in search of pleasures yet unknown to
many. The next thing to happen really
made the story ridiculous and incomprehensible. The
thing that happened next, however, made the
entire semen ocean hairy. The hairy uncle
thought so at least. In reality, what
he thought was hairy wasn't nearly as
hairy as things were actually about to
get. "Things are getting very hairy" spat
the uncle as his body became noticeably
hairier. Tokiko too was suddenly spouting
increasingly large amounts of body hair. He
begged the uncle for help, but he
was too late. Hair erupted from every
non-covered surface on the entire planet. Lenin's
name appeared to be unrelated to the
story unless you considered the fact that
major events happened at his tomb. The
mausoleum was of course also covered in
major events, but those covering the tomb
were major events that were covered in
Lenin's idiomatic fingerprints. But the hairiness of
the mausoleum is only comparable to the
majorness of the events that had happened
in the past. In the present, however,
society was undergoing a crisis of postmodernity,
drowned in semen, covered in hair. However
, barbaric TV shows were gone (thank god).
Postmodernity was subsequently debunked and replaced with
hairiness. This delighted the philosopher's heart of
clay, causing it, too, to sprout several
protein filaments. This pained the philosopher tokiko
more than the rice still lodged where
his brain would usually be. 0037 looked
at his phone, disinterested in what was
currently going on. "Man, if only I
had a cock in me right now."
"I'd be right happy to" said some
huge homosexual hipster by the name of
Mr Tripchecker (Who Likes To Check Trips)
boomed a voice from the heavens. Our
story keeps getting interrupted and it's really
awesome. Breaking the fourth wall is what
huge homosexual hipsters by the name of
avery morrow (on a proxy) love to
masturbate to on a Saturday morning. You
know it is Saturday morning when the
Its Funny Because Its Actually Saturday Morning
enough sidetracking, you know it is Saturday
when the semen floods rise past the
legally approved maximum semen limit, causing widespread
failed environmental reports. The EPA fined Tokiko
zero dollars because the EPA doesn't exist
Tokiko thus perpetuated an eternal Saturday along
the lines of a groundhog day scenario
it gave him all the time he
needed to prepare for the massive hairy
question of what to do on a
Saturday, day of jacking off continuosly to
the idea of getting the 800th post.
And the fabulous post number 800 is...
incredibly gay. Just like the hairy uncle