Our new story, was written by a duck called Swaggy McPootis Spencer, who was not the wife of Spencer Pootis. Instead, it still is such that tumblr enjoys a good bowl full of big floppy dongs. Swaggy never did understand the meaning of Seba's advice. Suddenly, a giant movie called 'interstellar adventures in space and alot of hobbits and wookees' actually became intersteller! Han Solo responded, "My Big Wookie can spell better engrish than this $5,000.00 Spell Checker. But green isn't purple. Otherwise Spencer would be colorblind. The brother of Han Solo, Frodo Solo, knew Spencer had been in Gimli Golumn's special forces unit when the Firenation attacked the giant bagel from Seba's collection of oddities. Frodo solo'd a hobo in Komodo." Han shot first, so Star Wars is nothing, and so ends our story. Or does it?? SURPRISE! It doesn't make me moist! DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN. Then two dogs updated TF2 better by inverting the russian detonation codes of jelly doughnuts, previously unboxed from crate 50. Afterwards, Strange Kritzkriegs began to decrease in shades, to be supplemented by the hot molten liquid of sexy dancing Mann Co. employees, specialists in the pants dancing sector. Suddenly, a squirrel began violently pooping on Gray Mann statues in the lobby of the Fanciest French Hotel. This devastated the Westboro Baptist Church who then summoned Robin Walker's mighty Chinese fish bowl of homophobic douchebags that daily get disgusting trading boxes full of sandwiches. In secret, Miss Mann got up
