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With the permission of Moon Water, I’ve taken it upon myself to rewrite this story into a cohesive and flowing story-line….DDR


Sally's Never- Ending Misadventures - Edited Version

Sally lazily lay down in a beautiful meadow of sweet scented flowers. The sun beamed down upon her with warmth and accentuated her radiant golden hair. It was early June and all was well. Seemingly out of nowhere, storm clouds appeared and darkened the sky. As the sun disappeared behind these clouds it became quite cool. Chilled, Sally grabbed her jacket and paused to put it on. From somewhere, someone shouted a warning, "Sally watch out for that rabbit hole." Sally being very headstrong didn’t listen. The ground was damp and she slipped tumbling head over heel into the rabbit’s hole, landing in a vast field of marijuana. She was still quite tired, so she lay down in the marijuana field to take a short nap. She hadn’t slept long when she was suddenly awakened by the sound of quantum particles moving in and out of existence. Sally had been schooled in the ways of quantum particles and immediately knew just how dangerous they could be.
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She searched the immediate area seeking shelter. In her frantic search for shelter, she released that she had been smoking the "Chronic KB" all along and was indeed tripping. Just as she was taking another hit, she accidentally inhaled a burning cherry and started to cough, "FUCK, I hate when that happens, it's like trying to smoke mayonnaise." Smoking all that KB, she really had the munchies, and speaking to no one in particular she replied, "I need some fucking sticky toaster strudel." She then went into the near by woods in search of the elusive fucking sticky toaster strudel. Trudging along in the forest she came upon "St. Alfansos Pancake Restaurant," where she stole the margarine, it would be just the thing to put on top of her fucking sticky toaster strudel, (I myself prefer butter, but that’s another story).

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On the way, she stumbled upon a Boeing 777, which had crashed into the adjacent marijuana field. When the police arrived at the scene of the crash and upon close investigation they found that Sally was actually, "ta da," Shane in disguise. In a flurry of excitement and seemingly from out of nowhere a yellow parrot zoomed in holding the testicles of Benito Juarez in its beak. Along with all the other police officers already at the crash scene the local Sheriff had come to lend a hand. He had seen and read the wanted poster for the parrot. The Sheriff, being of Chinese decent, folded the wanted poster into a paper origami crane. He dropped his artwork on the ground and watched in fascination as it morphed into the yellow parrot which immediately started to cry out, "WAIT, WAIT" as it flew deep into the forest. Not knowing what he was supposed to wait for, the Sheriff threw up his hands and started yelling, "Oh My God, the Japanese do origami, where did I learn to do that?" So he just accepted it and became a freaked out Chinese-Japanese Sheriff. He chased the wanted yellow parrot through the forest and onto the marijuana field.



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On the other side of the marijuana field was a measureless desert. He saw the image of two people coming down the side of an immense sand dune. As the images got closer the Sheriff saw that it was Jim Morrison and a Native American wearing only a loincloth. Jim turned to the Sheriff and said, "Wayne, if you build it they will come." The Sheriff scratched his head and said to himself, "Who the fuck is Wayne?" Jim Morrrison, who was never satisfied with anything, held out his hand and said, "give me all your money." The Sheriff told Jim that he hadn’t cashed his paycheck yet, so Jim insisted that he take off all his cloths. The Sheriff could take no more of Jim’s bullshit, so he shot him right between the eyes. Morrison fell, and being too drunk to notice that he had been shot, got up and showed the Sheriff his enormous penis. The Sheriff then said, "Look asshole, I’m going to place you under arrest." The Sheriff started to read him his rights and lucky for Jim, the Sheriff had forgotten his handcuffs on the night table in his girl friends bedroom. So the Sheriff said, "Fuck it," and He, Jim and the Native American went to the "Whiskey Bar," and got smashed.

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All of them were now suffering from nasty hangovers. The Sheriff dug through his many pockets and just happened to find a bottle of Advil. At least that’s what he thought it was. It actually turned out to be several tabs of Ecstasy. They all took two tabs each and in about 30 minuets started to trip really hard. They all became extremely horny and each took turns touching the Sally-Shane vulva-penis. Especially the Chinese-Japanese Sheriff, who couldn’t keep his hands off the She-He, he dropped down on his knees and started to perform oral sex on the Sally-Shane. The She-He was really digging it and was very close to orgasm. Then from out of nowhere the "Four Apocalyptic Horsemen," came galloping across the desert, with the newly elected Pope riding backward on the shoulders of one of the horseman. This is when things really start to get weird; after all they were still tripping on X. The horsemen and the Pope joined the gathering on the ground. A huge shoe suddenly popped up out of the ground and from around the corner of the shoe, came a tea cozy, full to the brim with herbal tea it jumped right in front of the trippers. The tea cozy then began to dance and started to sing, "Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead, Which Old Witch? The Wicked Witch." From around the same corner came the whole population of Munchkin Land. They joined the tea cozy in singing and dancing. The Chinese-Japanese Sheriff, who was peaking by this time, had never seen a dancing singing tea cozy or so many little people. He started to freak out and lose it.

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The Chinese-Japanese Sheriff, swelled up and bursting with his own self importance, gazed at the startled onlookers and with a self satisfying smirk of glee, said "Well, now what do we have here? I do declare that you are all a bunch of stupid hippies." He drew his single action Colt Peacemaker and shouted as loud as he could, "Die Hippies Die!" Everyone started to laugh at him as he was swinging his arms around trying to hold his pistol steady. The truth be told he was a wimp and couldn’t keep the pistol steady. The Sally-Shane grabbed the gun out of his hand and shot him dead. They all built a big fire and stuck a long, sharp barbecue stick through him. They all took their turns at cooking him. The people there ate him, but then started to vomit because he was a rotten Chinese-Japanese Sheriff and his insides were already decayed.



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Then there was a short intermission and people wento to the lobby to smoke a joint.

 

then sally found a mini bob dylan in an ounce of herb

 

and smoked him

 

and then this dude came up and he was like "dude! why are you smoking bob dylan?" and she said "its not bob dylan, its weed."

 

nut he was fucking spun. and really speedy. so he said "NOOO, not bob dylan, give him back" so he took bob dylan in his hands, and ran away into the horizon.

 

but he was so f***ing trippy he tripped on the horizon!

 

and they cought up with him. begging and pleading for there joint back. so he said fuck it, and gave it to them. but they were kind enough to let him in on the sipher. as they puff puff passed, he realized, there was no bob dylan, only really good weed. so he took that final step, and fell off the edge of the earth. into unknown lands where people like him could be appreciated, and from that day forth, people would mistake joints for him, as he had done before.

 

she was admiring the beaty of the nature...she looked at the sky...and she dreamt to get high to it...to reach it and never get down...she see herself there in that blue...that blue blue sky...so deep...and so high... she felt that everything is alright and she is safe there far away from these bad people...she was dreaming....dreaming...she was far away from there and was deep lost in everything around her...the beauty made her dream....and suddnly awakes....and the nightmare continues...she just enjoys sometimes the beauty of the nature that make her forget about her disgusting life

 

...until she sees a small vial filled with a liquid substance. what is this?
could it be?
it must be....

 

LIQUID LSD! lots and lots of it. its not any sort of lsd, its special green lsd. with a magic number that say, drink this, and u will die. but she didnt drink it, she saved it, pocketed what was left and moved to a new home. this new home, unlike most of her old homes, was filled with magic colored vials that took u away to new world. u see she planted the green lsd, and with it, grew a house, from the dirt. even the dirt was multicolored, had many special plants and animals that liveed off it. but it wasnt the colors that was special, but the dirt itself, u see, the power came not from the vials or the dirt or the sky. but from the girl. and her magical powers of manipulation.

 

Yes, it's the Sheriff’s urine sample that he was taking to his probation officer….

 

she was relieved that she didnt drink that old green urine...

 

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...because this fresh new yellow urine tasted great!

 

the new yellow had been on the market for quite some time. but she only came to it by reference from the sherrif. who was a connesiur(sp?) of urine.

 

The Sheriff advised his probation officer that he could get his hands on the highest grade product being imported. He assured the tense woman that her money worries were a waste of time because he was about to let her embark on a new source of revenue.