New Seven Word Story

before God, and so took his position

 

bent over the saw horse lubed up

 

with WD40 waiting for the perfect time

 

to mod it as a flame thrower

 

so he could avenge the little people

 

known as the oompa-loompas after being taken

 

away in a big ship to a

 

from their homeland on the far side

 

of an island that is inhabited by

 

well, oompa loompas ofcourse, along with lost golf balls and discarded owl pellets. they seem to like and collect roundish things...

 

like a type of rodent, the womble

 

who wobbles his way to the pub

 

on wimbledon common. it has since been

 

infested by punks wearing leather jackets and

 

quoting Shakespearen sonnets backwards in order to

 

rebel against 16th century popular culture and

 

sacre the shit out of the retard

 

who was already so ass backwards that

 

he pooped from his knob and piddled

 

from his mouth which caused him to