Lets all together tell a story

Obviously, the source of revenue was the Minister of Silly Walks.

 

The Minister of Silly Walks, had only one leg and it was crooked, so he always hopped in circles, got very dizzy and fell down ….

 

down into that rabbit hole,

spiraling down into the black bottomless pit.....

 

The black bottomless pit was actually a huge cave and he barely missed getting impaled on a stalagmite….

 

...and he finally hit rock bottom and died, and everyone except him lived happily ever after.

The End...or is it?

 

But, he really wasn't dead, he miraculously survived and turned into a cave dwelling Ogre Sheriff….

 

His pants tore as he mutated and his dangly bits were exposed.

 

But he didn't care he just let them hang and started singing, "Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead." in three part harmony....

 

Out of nowhere, a giant purple gay squirrel jumped out of the bushes and...

Is anyone still playing this game?

 

And bite the Ogre Sheriff on his exposed dangling appendages….


P.S. Yes Andy, there (is a Santa Claus lol) are people still playing this game, all you have to do is look at the date and time in the top left corner....DDR

 

omg.. u hippy bastards are all parfectic lil cunts... y dont u all go stand on the top of a very high mountain an all jump off 2 geva u fukin silly twat

and dudly wot eva the fuk u are ur an ugly bastard and its obvios u havnt had any in a while so i recomend a brothel!!

 

Then everyone was dead except the guy with a big gun, whose brains were completely unaffected by the bullet. The guy with a big gun was sad. "If this is what the world is like where all characters are dead, I don't want to be a guy with a big gun." So threw away his gun and became a guy without a big gun. The he Grew his hair out to his waist and braided flowers into it. Then he wasn't a guy without a big gun, he was a Hippie.

 

with his new found way of life, he travelled around the country preaching gun control. always fearing however, the man in the shadows, who would take revenge upon all hippy's for abandoning there guns. because gun control fucking sucks!

 

one day while the "newly found" hippie was tripping balls on some serious cid...

 

and while he thought it was a good thing. he also wondered what would it be like to pick up a gun once more.

 

As if by magic, a Colt .45 appeared on the chair across the room from where he was seated. He stared at it, transfixed ...

 

...before noticing its erotic shape. He picked it up and...

 

said good golly gumdrops

 

- this thing resembles the shape of a Norwegian Blackwood tree. Slowly, he continued picking it up and without a word...

 

He didn’t really like guns in the first place and his problem with drugs and alcohol, it was a good thing he didn’t own one anymore….