Jun 2, 2009 at 8:38 PM
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Once upon a three-legged stool, stool, stool, stool, of scratched discs, everyone ate pizza. Except DragonBoots, 'cause he's not the stool, stool, stool, that everyone believed... uh.. nevermind. The stool, stool, stool, on a stool, with stool softener, with pizza toppings had nightmarish nightmares about floppy disks. Floppy drives, actually. Green floppy drives. Anyways, preach electric banjos the divine microphone stand. "Peter, piper pickled pepper IS A FOOL for refining..... pickles?" said someone who clearly knew better. Just for giggles, the cavemen laughed. Nerve gas was highly addictive, but Hitler got bored and passionately decided to get shot. That is when Karlos remembered that he had stolen catgirls, so he hid in a smelly, dirty, cabinet where he would eat pasta. Apocalyptic STOOLS! STOOLS! STOOLS! Epic fail, Lace. Ow. STOOL! STOOL! What´s that? It´s Satan's STOOL who... wait, stools aren't nonexistent. The stool was made by another stool. PARADOX! PARADOX, PARAXDOX! Actually...Pair of Docs. Their names were The Doctor, Mario, STOOL who... wait, that's three doctors... Someone can't count DO A BARREL stool. PARADOX! PARADOX, PARAXDOX! Actually...Dinner murdered the KING, NOT THE STOOL. Karlos, in his giant fortress of e doctors... Someone else got laid by mai boi, instead of bombs. Zero dollars are worth it. IN AMERICA. Just don't ever do your mom HE STOOL TEH STOOL! STOOL!! STOOL!!! Enough fucking stools. No. MORE STOOLS!! Em, Lace eat more stools! Yum. Yum. Autopilot. Yum. No wait, that's perhaps. 50/50. Smiley. This chapter is the one where awesome eats your face beautifully. SHIT! No wait, ALBATROSS! GET YOUR ALBATROSS FROM THE LOCAL CANNON FIRING COMPANY! And make me win the game of Divine Pinapples! Because I am just that bored. Because of this, a bean come close to me, and