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{{Note credit|This is a fictional joke story written by Schizima. Don't take it seriously.}}
It must have been a nightmare when they woke you from that dream. Do you remember the show Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids? I sure do. Well, it was one of my favorite shows until one episode caused something weird to happen to me and my dog,
The lost episode started with bill cosby being kind of a dick and roaring wildly into a tubamaphone. His own instrument. What a dick. He started:
The episode was titled
Then there was some singing that I
I started to scream at what I saw next. Bill cosby had cut his own head off and was bowling with it in the junkyard. Blood was spurting out of the hollow hole as he got a tin can strike. The body slumped over while bill cosby began to sing. Or he started to.
I shut the tape off.
I was really uncomfortable now. I knew I
All that was shattered not unlike the drink in my hand, the fake spider raffle, my previously named dog, the complete lack of fat acceptance in the wake of the obesity epidemic, the poverty gap in inner city America, and my face, which was now covered in spiders and barbecue sauce.
I started to feel woozy as I looked at my drink. Never drink anything that comes prepackaged with a VHS from the 1970s. I knew it was a trap. This had nothing to do with fat albert. This was cosby propaganda, promoted by the cosby agenda, an agenda of violence toward spiders. Innocent spiders, who would never harm a fly. Well,
When I woke up, Mr. Cosby was in a bathrobe, brushing his teeth. All I remembered was coming over to watch a VHS. There was semen between the couch cushions and a smile crept across his face. It was a sinister smile,
Mr. Cosby saw himself in my bathroom mirror and began to scream. He dropped the bathrobe. He was naked underneath the bathrobe. Completely nude in my kitchen. Bill
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