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This story could help all of you figure out who Nash will side with, or NOT side with as the case may be.
One chilly autumn night, Kevin decided to go out and find a sheep to choke. On his way, Kevin ran into his good friend, Hunter. Hunter was delighted that Kevin had tried the hedges of the emerald, but was a little unsure of his usage of poetry on Passover. Then, out of no where, came Shawn. Shawn was a good friend of both Hunter and Kevin. He said to his pals, "Oh boy, you need to try kicking the post a couple of times before you get the full ebullience of it all." Kevin, Hunter and Shawn all shared a few laughs that night.
The next day, Shawn called up Hunter. "Hunter," he said, "you need to find the koalas before you can fully extend the clippers!" Hunter was furious. "EXTEND THE CLIPPERS?!?!" he exclaimed. "How about you go boot the raquet club out of existance you dirty snail!" Hunter hung up on Shawn. Since Kevin was equivalent to Miss Cleo, he knew what had happened. Kevin had to confront his two friends before it got out of hand.
Kevin called both Hunter and Shawn to a broken down shack on 32nd street in Saratoga. "You two need to put the dandilions down and agree to disagree. You both need to go kill a penguin with a sharpie, and all will be forgotten." Hunter slightly chuckled at Kevin's outburst, and then Shawn pulled out a gun on Hunter and shot him in the head. Kevin looked astonished. Shawn said, "Now we don't have to worry about him OR the insane monkies!" It was not until a week later that Kevin finally understood what Shawn had done for him. Kevin couldn't think of a way to thank him!
The next month had come, and Kevin was hunting in Japan. He saw movement in the bushes and fired right away. He looked to see what he killed, and it was Shawn. Kevin thought about it, and then realized that only the heated pancakes mattered. Hunter's life didn't matter, and neither did Shawn's. Kevin heard the hydrogen atoms calling his name, so he knew what he had to do. He had to go and jump in the swamp of the sacred hillbillies.
The End.
One chilly autumn night, Kevin decided to go out and find a sheep to choke. On his way, Kevin ran into his good friend, Hunter. Hunter was delighted that Kevin had tried the hedges of the emerald, but was a little unsure of his usage of poetry on Passover. Then, out of no where, came Shawn. Shawn was a good friend of both Hunter and Kevin. He said to his pals, "Oh boy, you need to try kicking the post a couple of times before you get the full ebullience of it all." Kevin, Hunter and Shawn all shared a few laughs that night.
The next day, Shawn called up Hunter. "Hunter," he said, "you need to find the koalas before you can fully extend the clippers!" Hunter was furious. "EXTEND THE CLIPPERS?!?!" he exclaimed. "How about you go boot the raquet club out of existance you dirty snail!" Hunter hung up on Shawn. Since Kevin was equivalent to Miss Cleo, he knew what had happened. Kevin had to confront his two friends before it got out of hand.
Kevin called both Hunter and Shawn to a broken down shack on 32nd street in Saratoga. "You two need to put the dandilions down and agree to disagree. You both need to go kill a penguin with a sharpie, and all will be forgotten." Hunter slightly chuckled at Kevin's outburst, and then Shawn pulled out a gun on Hunter and shot him in the head. Kevin looked astonished. Shawn said, "Now we don't have to worry about him OR the insane monkies!" It was not until a week later that Kevin finally understood what Shawn had done for him. Kevin couldn't think of a way to thank him!
The next month had come, and Kevin was hunting in Japan. He saw movement in the bushes and fired right away. He looked to see what he killed, and it was Shawn. Kevin thought about it, and then realized that only the heated pancakes mattered. Hunter's life didn't matter, and neither did Shawn's. Kevin heard the hydrogen atoms calling his name, so he knew what he had to do. He had to go and jump in the swamp of the sacred hillbillies.
The End.
about raw on friday perhaps?
LOL Starlight gets it right.. but it does have a meaning has anyone figured it out?
Wha...!??
It's like a crazy Monty Python skit where the aim is to confuse and disorientate everyone.
Ha ha :)
It's like a crazy Monty Python skit where the aim is to confuse and disorientate everyone.
Ha ha :)
Inspired.
Heh.
This story could help all of you figure out who Nash will side with, or NOT side with as the case may be.
One chilly autumn night, Kevin decided to go out and find a sheep to choke. On his way, Kevin ran into his good friend, Hunter. Hunter was delighted that Kevin had tried the hedges of the emerald, but was a little unsure of his usage of poetry on Passover. Then, out of no where, came Shawn. Shawn was a good friend of both Hunter and Kevin. He said to his pals, "Oh boy, you need to try kicking the post a couple of times before you get the full ebullience of it all." Kevin, Hunter and Shawn all shared a few laughs that night.
The next day, Shawn called up Hunter. "Hunter," he said, "you need to find the koalas before you can fully extend the clippers!" Hunter was furious. "EXTEND THE CLIPPERS?!?!" he exclaimed. "How about you go boot the raquet club out of existance you dirty snail!" Hunter hung up on Shawn. Since Kevin was equivalent to Miss Cleo, he knew what had happened. Kevin had to confront his two friends before it got out of hand.
Kevin called both Hunter and Shawn to a broken down shack on 32nd street in Saratoga. "You two need to put the dandilions down and agree to disagree. You both need to go kill a penguin with a sharpie, and all will be forgotten." Hunter slightly chuckled at Kevin's outburst, and then Shawn pulled out a gun on Hunter and shot him in the head. Kevin looked astonished. Shawn said, "Now we don't have to worry about him OR the insane monkies!" It was not until a week later that Kevin finally understood what Shawn had done for him. Kevin couldn't think of a way to thank him!
The next month had come, and Kevin was hunting in Japan. He saw movement in the bushes and fired right away. He looked to see what he killed, and it was Shawn. Kevin thought about it, and then realized that only the heated pancakes mattered. Hunter's life didn't matter, and neither did Shawn's. Kevin heard the hydrogen atoms calling his name, so he knew what he had to do. He had to go and jump in the swamp of the sacred hillbillies.
The End.
One chilly autumn night, Kevin decided to go out and find a sheep to choke. On his way, Kevin ran into his good friend, Hunter. Hunter was delighted that Kevin had tried the hedges of the emerald, but was a little unsure of his usage of poetry on Passover. Then, out of no where, came Shawn. Shawn was a good friend of both Hunter and Kevin. He said to his pals, "Oh boy, you need to try kicking the post a couple of times before you get the full ebullience of it all." Kevin, Hunter and Shawn all shared a few laughs that night.
The next day, Shawn called up Hunter. "Hunter," he said, "you need to find the koalas before you can fully extend the clippers!" Hunter was furious. "EXTEND THE CLIPPERS?!?!" he exclaimed. "How about you go boot the raquet club out of existance you dirty snail!" Hunter hung up on Shawn. Since Kevin was equivalent to Miss Cleo, he knew what had happened. Kevin had to confront his two friends before it got out of hand.
Kevin called both Hunter and Shawn to a broken down shack on 32nd street in Saratoga. "You two need to put the dandilions down and agree to disagree. You both need to go kill a penguin with a sharpie, and all will be forgotten." Hunter slightly chuckled at Kevin's outburst, and then Shawn pulled out a gun on Hunter and shot him in the head. Kevin looked astonished. Shawn said, "Now we don't have to worry about him OR the insane monkies!" It was not until a week later that Kevin finally understood what Shawn had done for him. Kevin couldn't think of a way to thank him!
The next month had come, and Kevin was hunting in Japan. He saw movement in the bushes and fired right away. He looked to see what he killed, and it was Shawn. Kevin thought about it, and then realized that only the heated pancakes mattered. Hunter's life didn't matter, and neither did Shawn's. Kevin heard the hydrogen atoms calling his name, so he knew what he had to do. He had to go and jump in the swamp of the sacred hillbillies.
The End.