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My Life as Teenage Robot. Sometimes, I like to go to Subway, and make an extremely complex order that involves all of the toppings except two or three, and then various sauces, and then when it comes time to pay I simply leave, and let the sandwich artist deal with the catastrophe that is my would-be sack lunch. What does this have to do with My Life as a Teenage Robot? Why do ducks piss in the woods? Why did the government cause nine elk fucks? All will be explained in due
Now I must warn you, the following tale will shock the ascot off of your neck and make you drop your powdered bouffant cap. Friend, there is a show about a robot, a teenage robot, who cannot eat sandwiches. I was looking out my window one day at the mailman, and he leered at me. The orange haired man leered a sinister leer, his mail cap tilted, and there was something sinister about him. He didn't even seem to be delivering
It was the lost episode of "My Life as a Teenage Robot!" My favorite show. This was lost mail though, addressed to the neighbor. It's unethical but I decided to steal it. No ifs, ands or Robuts about it, I was going to watch this tape, alone, crying, shivering, while eating funky monkey ice cream in a mightgown (a male nightgown.)
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Someone had set up what looked like a roadside apple cart outside my home. A cart to serve roadside apples, my favorite fruit. Wait, it was a table. A table with submarine sandwiches.
What happened next sent a shiver up my spine. The man at the
"Try the tuna tetrazinni. The hot mustard muck rake with Monterey jack. The hobo chili surprise." He leered, licking his lips. He was a criminal. I asked him if he was supposed to be in jail, and what he said next shocked me. "You can't bogle the fogle." That didn't make any sense. That was when I saw the cop car down the road. Jared started running, and I noticed an orange jumpsuit underneath his usual sandwich eating attire, and there was even a ball and chain attached to his leg. "Only $4.99 at your local- ACK!" He started running while crying, tripped and fell into a puddle of his own tears.
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What did this have to do with my life as a teenage robot. Then I saw him. The mailman, the mailman who gave me that disturbing, godforsaken tape. He was hiding behind a tree, and smiling.
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It was George Jetson. I know you don't believe me, but the futuristic space character from the popular Hannah Barbara cartoon was a real man, and he was............. a mail carrier. "Special delivery." He smiled. He had a package he was clearly holding over his genital area. It was wrapped with a bow, and he encouraged me to open it.
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The Flintstones vitamin that was in my ear, those were the cyanize pills. Except they weren't cyanize. They were nutricious vitamins.
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George Jetson had gone into the past to make the robot believe that I was already dead, so she wouldn't kill me in the future. My life as a teenage robot was the detailed autobiography of Rosie from The Jetsons retold from the perspective of her as a teenage girl and her inevitable downfall after a freak pool accident involving water that made the robot start to cry as her circuits fried up. And I was sent back here to retroactively see my father die because he died saving me. It all made sense now. George wasn't the monster in this creepy
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