I was walking.
Then I wasn't walking.
'Cause I stopped.
Walking.
Then I saw it.
It was a car.
Not just any car.
A blue car.
Not just any blue car.
A magic blue car.
There was a guy in it.
A bad guy.
With a Mohawk.
And a beard.
He had a battle wax.
A 25 karat gold battle wax.
He threw it at me.
Really meanly.
And I was screwed.
In the face.
I called the cops.
But the guy was a cop.
A really mean one.
But I was quick.
Really quick.
I got out an oodle bush.
I chucked It at him.
But he ducked.
And I won.
The end.
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Battle wax sounds painful. I doubt you even have eyebrows anymore.
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Kileymeister wrote:
Battle wax sounds painful. I doubt you even have eyebrows anymore.
Oh, the battle wax was painful.
I still have my eyebrows, though.
It hit me in the chest.
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