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As Mick slurped down the last of his soup, he couldn't help noticing the carrots. To most people, they're just an orange vegetable. But to Mick, they were everything.
Everything that defined him related to carrots. The carrots were his soul; his personality; his source of amazing energy. He could do anything he wanted, and it would be the carrots that guided him. He didn't need friends, the carrots allowed him to embark on mystical journeys, befriend goats and visit exotic places.
But at the same time, the carrots were his Achilles' heel. His only real weakness was carrots. His enemies: the demons, dragons and ogre's knew this. That's why they stole the carrots.
Mick wouldn't have any of this. He knew it was wrong to steal, so he wanted to get even. He didn't want to tell his parents, they wouldn't understand. The carrots meant nothing to them.
He grabbed his trusty sword, donned his cape and climbed out the back window. While his friends were getting laid, Mick was fighting Demons to get his carrots back.
People named him 'Buggs'. He cared too much for carrots. Carrot sandwiches were his forte. He was annoyed when Ben and Jerry's turned down the prospect of carrot ice cream. He needed to recruit help.
After defeating the magical dragon, he regained his carrots, and carried on adventuring. Mick knew that now he had his carrots, he was invincible.
While crossing a wooden bridge over the chocolate syrup river, one of the planks gave way. Mick tumbled off of the side of the bridge, but somehow, the carrots had been wedged between ropes, supporting Mick. He was safe: His carrots saved him.
Mick's parents knew it wasn't right for a 23-year-old to pay so much attention to carrots. Their son wasn't normal. When he was young, Mick fought the Green Goblin with Spider-carrot. When he was 15, he had fantasies about his girlfriend becoming orange. Now, he was so reliant on carrots, he didn't dare talk to anyone. Why would he need to? He could talk to the carrots. Only the carrots could understand Mick.
Slowly, her eyes opened. It was all a dream! Her son wasn't crazy! To show here love, Mick's mother ran into his room to give him a hug. So what if he was 23?
As she opened the door, a large shriek echoed round the house. There was Mick, sitting in the middle of the room, wearing an adult diaper. "Look Mummy, I have lots of friends!"
And for some reason, she knew it was tend to head to a psychologist. She needed to contact the most highly qualified psychologist in the country. The very same person that was sitting in front of her wearing a diaper.
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I don't know why I wrote this. And I don't know where It came from, or what it's message is. I guess all it's trying to say is that the people you trust most are sometimes the least trustworthy. Or something along those lines.
Everything that defined him related to carrots. The carrots were his soul; his personality; his source of amazing energy. He could do anything he wanted, and it would be the carrots that guided him. He didn't need friends, the carrots allowed him to embark on mystical journeys, befriend goats and visit exotic places.
But at the same time, the carrots were his Achilles' heel. His only real weakness was carrots. His enemies: the demons, dragons and ogre's knew this. That's why they stole the carrots.
Mick wouldn't have any of this. He knew it was wrong to steal, so he wanted to get even. He didn't want to tell his parents, they wouldn't understand. The carrots meant nothing to them.
He grabbed his trusty sword, donned his cape and climbed out the back window. While his friends were getting laid, Mick was fighting Demons to get his carrots back.
People named him 'Buggs'. He cared too much for carrots. Carrot sandwiches were his forte. He was annoyed when Ben and Jerry's turned down the prospect of carrot ice cream. He needed to recruit help.
After defeating the magical dragon, he regained his carrots, and carried on adventuring. Mick knew that now he had his carrots, he was invincible.
While crossing a wooden bridge over the chocolate syrup river, one of the planks gave way. Mick tumbled off of the side of the bridge, but somehow, the carrots had been wedged between ropes, supporting Mick. He was safe: His carrots saved him.
Mick's parents knew it wasn't right for a 23-year-old to pay so much attention to carrots. Their son wasn't normal. When he was young, Mick fought the Green Goblin with Spider-carrot. When he was 15, he had fantasies about his girlfriend becoming orange. Now, he was so reliant on carrots, he didn't dare talk to anyone. Why would he need to? He could talk to the carrots. Only the carrots could understand Mick.
Slowly, her eyes opened. It was all a dream! Her son wasn't crazy! To show here love, Mick's mother ran into his room to give him a hug. So what if he was 23?
As she opened the door, a large shriek echoed round the house. There was Mick, sitting in the middle of the room, wearing an adult diaper. "Look Mummy, I have lots of friends!"
And for some reason, she knew it was tend to head to a psychologist. She needed to contact the most highly qualified psychologist in the country. The very same person that was sitting in front of her wearing a diaper.
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I don't know why I wrote this. And I don't know where It came from, or what it's message is. I guess all it's trying to say is that the people you trust most are sometimes the least trustworthy. Or something along those lines.
That's pretty cool stuff. Carrots are good. i used to draw carrot peolpe when I was younger. Some of them were evil.
That was wierd, very funny though dude :-)
*time to head.
I don't know where tend came from.
I don't know where tend came from.
As Mick slurped down the last of his soup, he couldn't help noticing the carrots. To most people, they're just an orange vegetable. But to Mick, they were everything.
Everything that defined him related to carrots. The carrots were his soul; his personality; his source of amazing energy. He could do anything he wanted, and it would be the carrots that guided him. He didn't need friends, the carrots allowed him to embark on mystical journeys, befriend goats and visit exotic places.
But at the same time, the carrots were his Achilles' heel. His only real weakness was carrots. His enemies: the demons, dragons and ogre's knew this. That's why they stole the carrots.
Mick wouldn't have any of this. He knew it was wrong to steal, so he wanted to get even. He didn't want to tell his parents, they wouldn't understand. The carrots meant nothing to them.
He grabbed his trusty sword, donned his cape and climbed out the back window. While his friends were getting laid, Mick was fighting Demons to get his carrots back.
People named him 'Buggs'. He cared too much for carrots. Carrot sandwiches were his forte. He was annoyed when Ben and Jerry's turned down the prospect of carrot ice cream. He needed to recruit help.
After defeating the magical dragon, he regained his carrots, and carried on adventuring. Mick knew that now he had his carrots, he was invincible.
While crossing a wooden bridge over the chocolate syrup river, one of the planks gave way. Mick tumbled off of the side of the bridge, but somehow, the carrots had been wedged between ropes, supporting Mick. He was safe: His carrots saved him.
Mick's parents knew it wasn't right for a 23-year-old to pay so much attention to carrots. Their son wasn't normal. When he was young, Mick fought the Green Goblin with Spider-carrot. When he was 15, he had fantasies about his girlfriend becoming orange. Now, he was so reliant on carrots, he didn't dare talk to anyone. Why would he need to? He could talk to the carrots. Only the carrots could understand Mick.
Slowly, her eyes opened. It was all a dream! Her son wasn't crazy! To show here love, Mick's mother ran into his room to give him a hug. So what if he was 23?
As she opened the door, a large shriek echoed round the house. There was Mick, sitting in the middle of the room, wearing an adult diaper. "Look Mummy, I have lots of friends!"
And for some reason, she knew it was tend to head to a psychologist. She needed to contact the most highly qualified psychologist in the country. The very same person that was sitting in front of her wearing a diaper.
=====
I don't know why I wrote this. And I don't know where It came from, or what it's message is. I guess all it's trying to say is that the people you trust most are sometimes the least trustworthy. Or something along those lines.
Everything that defined him related to carrots. The carrots were his soul; his personality; his source of amazing energy. He could do anything he wanted, and it would be the carrots that guided him. He didn't need friends, the carrots allowed him to embark on mystical journeys, befriend goats and visit exotic places.
But at the same time, the carrots were his Achilles' heel. His only real weakness was carrots. His enemies: the demons, dragons and ogre's knew this. That's why they stole the carrots.
Mick wouldn't have any of this. He knew it was wrong to steal, so he wanted to get even. He didn't want to tell his parents, they wouldn't understand. The carrots meant nothing to them.
He grabbed his trusty sword, donned his cape and climbed out the back window. While his friends were getting laid, Mick was fighting Demons to get his carrots back.
People named him 'Buggs'. He cared too much for carrots. Carrot sandwiches were his forte. He was annoyed when Ben and Jerry's turned down the prospect of carrot ice cream. He needed to recruit help.
After defeating the magical dragon, he regained his carrots, and carried on adventuring. Mick knew that now he had his carrots, he was invincible.
While crossing a wooden bridge over the chocolate syrup river, one of the planks gave way. Mick tumbled off of the side of the bridge, but somehow, the carrots had been wedged between ropes, supporting Mick. He was safe: His carrots saved him.
Mick's parents knew it wasn't right for a 23-year-old to pay so much attention to carrots. Their son wasn't normal. When he was young, Mick fought the Green Goblin with Spider-carrot. When he was 15, he had fantasies about his girlfriend becoming orange. Now, he was so reliant on carrots, he didn't dare talk to anyone. Why would he need to? He could talk to the carrots. Only the carrots could understand Mick.
Slowly, her eyes opened. It was all a dream! Her son wasn't crazy! To show here love, Mick's mother ran into his room to give him a hug. So what if he was 23?
As she opened the door, a large shriek echoed round the house. There was Mick, sitting in the middle of the room, wearing an adult diaper. "Look Mummy, I have lots of friends!"
And for some reason, she knew it was tend to head to a psychologist. She needed to contact the most highly qualified psychologist in the country. The very same person that was sitting in front of her wearing a diaper.
=====
I don't know why I wrote this. And I don't know where It came from, or what it's message is. I guess all it's trying to say is that the people you trust most are sometimes the least trustworthy. Or something along those lines.