|
Yeah so like, this one time I was walking to the beef convention, you know. And I saw this group
of like 20 people beating the crap out of this one guy. I called for help. And then I heard a response to my call from behind
me yonder. "APPLEJUIIICE!" applejuice bottles began flying from every which way. It was Captain Rotten Pony
Cake! Triumphant superhero-like acoustic electronica bluegrass rap just started playing from out of no where. All the villagers
praised him. Mocassins were tossed in his general direction, as a token of gratitude. Thanks to CRPC, the town was safe once
again. Me, Jesus, and The Boy (who's full name I cannot mention, for the sake of his "Life") went to the beef convention,
which was being held at the Firehouse this year.
<--Back
|
