Her name was pickles and she hailed from the great town of San Francisco. She was on the way to Zimbabwe for the summer for a nature tour. When she got there she saw a huge pickle jar, in this pickle jar was a tub of lard, in this tub of lard was some lard. When she saw it she wanted to eat a banana from texas so she went to Texas and ate a banana. When she was done with the banana she went to San Francisco, got a job as a writer, killed a fox and ended up one of the most successful writers on earth. After a few years she came back to Zimbabwe and went on that long overdue nature walk, got hit by a mongoose, mauled by koala, eaten by a giraffe and finally shot out of a tree by an elephant. When she landed she was in hawaii on Mt. Wannahawkalugey, Shortly after she landed the volcano erupted a very slimey green discharge. Unfortunately for Pickles she died almost instantly
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Pickles On a stiiiiiik
Posted by im a mobster at 11:05 AM
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