[QUOTE="Film-Guy"][QUOTE="ligerz76"][QUOTE="Darth_Tyrev"]When I lived back in Finland, my father always told me not to pick fights with the dingos of the African rebellion, but I thought "they're just stupid dogs, screw them" so I went downstairs to Africa, and after I swam through the golden whales fish fields of melon grass I came upon a lion who was holding Jesus hostage. I didn't care he was holding Jesus hostage, however I needed to trick the lion into thinking I did so he would tell me where a dingo was. I did this, but the lion saw through my disguise. He let Jesus live and told me dingos lived over in the canyon behind the French Castle Eistendorfendoo. I climbed over the tall walls of the castle, avoiding the falling wooden ducks made of glass as I went. I finally reached the top and looked down into the canyon below. It was too steep to survive the fall, but then I remembered I was a deer, so I jumped and landed in the canyon. The first thing I saw was the infamous dancing cactus of Torontocalientosamous, but I paid little attention to it's juggling act for just beyond him were a pack of dingos. I went over to them and I said I would very much like to start a fight. The leader dingo took off his monocle and told me he would have a go at me, but only for his son. So, we had a very bloody fight, and in the end, I pulled out his heart and ate it quickly so it couldn't escape down the giant drain. The dead, heartless dingo bowed to me and told me I had won fairly. He then went on to say his son, a scorpion, would get revenge some day. I thanked him for the warning. I didn't want to walk all the way back to Finland, so I just asked David for a ride. He agreed and I climbed on his back and we flew back to Finland. Fourteen years later, during the French Canadian war, a scorpion stung me in my sleep and I melted into the wine bottle of love until I finally died several months later.
The end.
ligerz76
ROFL, you post the most random things. Keep at it!!
Didnt I tell you to clean the septic tank?
It was the tiger tank!!! Der!!
Let me tell you a story billy.
Many years ago I lived on a planet called Europe, and back then staplers ran the government along with their swedish pretzel nephews from pluto. Problem is, mustary sometimes gets in the pants of the lizard king and he must clean it, this requires a human sacrifice of 10 million ethiopians to the great god Frank. Frank is a distant relate of Orson Welles, who as we all know was actually a marshmellow corn dog in a tracksuit. Thanks to the clever planning of the royal prince joe the XXXXXXXXX of kansas we finally managed to rebel against the lizard king and his bell botton pants. Problem is this required all the nations of the world to make their own pie and sell it and the geneve convention, this would trick the lizard king and hopefully get him out of the closet. We did not realize however that at the convention there was a special guest who would eat the heart of a newly born camel live on camera, so we had to think fast. We got to the convention, barely making it past the 9 toed sloth guards, and then I realized I had forgotten my clothes! Everyone laughed at my private part, which was in the shape of of a steering wheel, and then they tried to shoot me with their Sinatra beams. I barely managed to dodge one when i saw the lizard king drinking a bowl of camel soup with telephoen salad, so i snuck up behind him and smacked his bum, causing him to explode and turn into Hilary Clinton.
And thats how i saved planet earth!
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