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Reaperfan wrote:THE WORLD SHALL TASTE MY EGGS
Written by: The Pizza Delivery Guy

The boat was flying through the forest. I had only pants. By using economy, I was able to capture a small potato underwater. My mind was free from the tyranny of Godzilla. If only I could see it for the last time, I knew it would satisfy the Gorilla in the barrel. I stood on my knee and shouted, "This is the day we emerge victorious!" But I knew that my kidney would not let me. It was time for change. Doing jumping jacks was all they seemed to do. Curling into the fetal position was rather comforting amidst the harsh conditions. There was a moose before me, but nothing to plug it into. Indeed, time makes fools of us all. Rolling in circles was the only think keeping the plants away. Lest the paint swallow me whole.

It was midnight near the abandoned house, and I realized it was time for a burrito. Partying like never before...partying, partying, grapefruits. When suddenly the tambourines appeared! Like the twists and turns of a Rubik's cube, it all became a rainbow. I lurched from my position, braying like a walrus. But it was all for naught, for the tourists had shown themselves. Like a tortoise from it's shell, I bounced to the sky and back. Never before had the insects tasted so swell. Flailing and flailing like an obese fencepost, the world soon realized it had nothing to wonder. By the light of the birds, the truck shone drearily.

The realm was aware of its presence. Yearly log-cuttings were made mandatory. By contorting the hot dog, they were shown a vision of translucency. Opening the way for advancement, prisons began serving clocks. The retail on birdhouses these days is ridiculous, wouldn't you agree? But I say leaping from one carrot to the other won't change a thing. What we often percieve as piccollos might just be poison ivy, swirling in the wind. But never fear, for turnips are making haste! The rest of the company realized the dangers of accepting it into the bowl, but nothing could sway the might of the galactic rolling pin. Forever will this eon be remembered as "The one that did not know how to tie it's shoes left-handedly."

THE END

Reaperfan wrote:Guys you have to help me, I don't have much time. I've been struggling with this guy in my head all morning and he won't leave. I've been able to fend him off for a few hours but I don't know how long I have. You have to guess his name to get him out, there are clues in the stuff he writes but I don't know what they are. I'm sure if you look hard enough though you'll find the dingleberries, dingleberries almost got away. The ten pieces were all together, but not it can't stop smiling.