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{{Note credit|This is a fictional joke story written by DaveTheUseless. Don't take it seriously, fellas.}}
He offered me a free sample of artificial strawberry flavor frosted cereal with spooky-fun marshmallows. Although I was terrorified (a combination of horrified and terrified) I had a hunch that Frankenberry would kill me and all of my friends and family if I
Frankenberry took great offense to this and took out a knife. It was a plastic butter knife, but it made me piss my pants just the same (I have a bladder problem… pretty sure
To this day, my pants still smell like strawberries, no matter which pair I am wearing. When I fart, it also smells like strawberries. Although this has helped me romantically, I can never forget the horrors that Frankenberry did to me out of my mind. If you ever find yourself in the grocery aisle and find a perverted-looking pink Frankenstein with a timer and factory whistle attached to his marshmallow-coated cranium, ask him what the fuck kind of drugs his mother did when she was pregnant with him and run over to… I
''Leggo my Eggo would be fitting last words.''
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