I was walking home last Friday, when
using his dick as a vacuum cleaner
and sucked up the entire globby mess.
During the time that followed this situation,
Mr. Gray was sitting in a depressing
room decorated with only a few paintings.
a pigeon is staring through the window
at his melancholic face. He sighs and
and faces his closet. He opens it
and pulls out a shotgun, which he
also opened as if to load a
minivan with fresh tuna. There was fish
in the shotgun. He pointed it at
the sky and fires, and yellowfin ricochet
all across the valley, swiftly slapping a
silly. After the commotion was over, a
portal to some ancient hurricane opened and
leveled the city that used to be
where the ancient hurricane portal is positioned.
This recursion continued on and on until
this recursion ceased, which it did. Suddenly,
cryogenically defrosted cavemen reanimated creating white people.
Or at least that's how it seemed.
After flying to the moon they were tired
from all this nonsense, so Tokiko and
Neil Armstrong founded a resort in Chernobyl,
where they could relax. Finally they had
enough money to begin looking for consultants
to spearhead the selection of a construction
of toffee factory blueprints, when a meltdown
occurred. It was at that precise moment,
in a galaxy a long far away,
aliens perfecting the entangled particle annihilation engine
capable of travelling to Earth, and now
National security was not all that important.
What was important was international security, so
all of the hummingbirds he was smuggling
, which happened to be the intergalactic symbol
of homosexual consent. The Martians took notice
, disappointed that the planet was lesser cultured
having not learned the fineries of unconsenting
fiscal penalty handouts, which they promptly delivered.
"Deliver this!" said the emperor, whipping out
a snake smuggled in his urethra. Unfortunately
it was not valid alien currency either,
unlike barbaric tv shows. The admin watches
as all land on earth was confiscated, leaving
the emperor only the oceans. "Foolish aliens!"
he shouted, threatening further violence with a
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whip of his dick. But it was
useless, the aliens now held the land
but since most of it was Africa
the Final Boss had to be fought
in the glorious Corean peninsula. It was
a long journey but finally the ninja's
minds were ready to make it. So
ash gathered up their pokeballs and supplies
and started summoning the final boss. 0037
rose from his decrepit lair of faggotry
to prepare for the final boss fight.
He started the process by taking a
knee and begging the best lord, Kalki,
to imbue him with superhuman fighting ability
and he begged the second best lord
to imbue him with semihuman fighting ability.
His requests were ignored as the lords
were busy fighting the final boss themselves.
Frustrated by his inability to fight the
the final boss, 0037 decided that he
would fight both the lords and the
final boss, disregarding his lack of semisuperhuman
fighting ability. He quickly discovered, however, that
a lack of (semi)superhuman fighting ability is
about all you need to die terribly.
With 0037 dead, the fight against the
final boss spread across the earth killing
the producers of every barbaric tv show.
Archivists of barbaric tv shows also perished.
This was a terrible loss for the
enthusiasts of barbaric TV shows, but especially
the fans, who also died. No trace
of barbaric TV shows meant that the
gay sages were free to channel their
Homopowers through tv satelites against the final
boss. Even Lening helped out, rallying his
few troops and all the while stirring
Latvian patriotic fervor. The final boss responded
with 200 tons of hair. This proved
too much for Lenin's bald spot and
the burgeoning Latvian patriotic fervor dissipated, leaving
only the hairy uncle and Tokiko to
realize that this story is ending soon.
Using their combined power, they quickly defeated
the final boss, now revealed to be
Avery Morow. Shii was finally dead, and
the hairy uncle faced Tokiko and said:
There was never any barbaric TV shows.