The tale of a slightly insane retard
Greetings and good day, fine ladies and gentlemen, today I shall come before you to recount my unfortunate misadventures, after finding a hidden stash of gilden whistles. My troubles first bloomed when I had found a video-carrying device so cleverly labeled, "Under any circumstances, shall you never activate or observe this, ol' chap". I took the cryptic warning to heart, but furthermore, I was more interested in the video-carrying device. I departed from my location, and returned to my humble abode, where I planted the video-carrying device into my TheatreTrainstation 3 and activated the videogram. Suddenly, the screen of my videogram processor suddenly went pitch black, I got annoyed by this, so I went outside. I had noticed my love interest strolling down the ol' foot pavement, so I decided to pursue her. We embraced for a moment, however, we were interrupted by my cellular. As I was about to answer this mysterious caller, a hyper realistic voice boomed out from my cellular device. "If you lay another hand on my daughter, I shall hunt you down and slaughter you!" I asked my love interest for a little insight on the current situation, however, she told me that her father was deceased. So I fired a raygun through the cellular and annihilated this mystery caller. I pondered how I was going to return to my residence, so I called out for a carriage, and when it drew near, the licence was branded with the words, "INDIFFERENT" with playing dice strung over the mirror. If I could remark, I would comment the stench seemed queer, however I disregarded that thought, and exclaimed, "Tally ho, to Bel Air." However, when I opened the side entrance, a gilden whistle popped out and executed me. I truly wish I could show the audience what the whistle looked like, nevertheless, the whistle transformed into a trumpet and scurried off.
EPILOGUE
Yisterday, I bot a trumpit off of ebiy for 45 dolars. Wen it arrived at my howz, it wuz a gold trumpit, which wuz werd cuz trumpetz r yooshally sulvir.
Written by Fireurchin
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