Saturday, March 11

Don't be silly Brad

Barely anything on them, they huddle in the corner and watch. Mustard has stopped flowing form the nozzle and the shirtthat you once wore proudly in everyones presents now lie stained and torn on the floor. He keeps looking at your hairy blood splatter chest. You think why is he staring. He thinks you look like the hamburglar. You eat the first masterpiece. he eats the second. standing in a circle the bears watch the Teddy and the Teddy eats the bears. Tired of seeing the future you drill a tiny hole in your head relaying the message to the world. Only thing that you can say is behold the mighty screen jem and his fabulous pants! You quitely slip into a coma and it ends.