Wilford Brimley Eats All the Snacks: Difference between revisions

 

So when I got back from home and my dog gave me the middle

a shuffling noise coming from the kitchen. I was scared. I considered calling

the cops but then I remembered that I was a cop and had been kicked off the

freezer. The mysterious intruder I could not see as of yet had at least

provided me with a vocal greeting of sorts. "Hello there. I'd like to talk to

best friend was outside waiting to bite me and he had rabies (no vets were in

service because of COVID-19) so I was better off taking my chances with the

just like to talk to you for a few minutes", they stated, calmly, misleading

me. Well, that was so nice, I never get visitors—no, wait, it was obviously a

closed the door. I jumped under the bed and shuddered. Could this be how it all

ended for me? I shrieked in horror as I realized I left my nerf gun on the

Or was I? There was only one thing to do.

 

went off in my head. A gigawatt of high voltage rock n' roll. And who was I to

judge? I was just an ex-cop with an insatiable hunger for dessert. I bent down

 

I stuck Wilford Brimley's bloody brain matter into my mouth,