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So there was this walrus. Well actually it was a jelly fish. Matter of fact, I recall it being a crab. Lets just go with Walrus Jelly Crab. This Walrus Jelly Crab was a man named Dr. Bob The hippo Therapist. But many people really claimed he was a terrorist. Especially to the Wiggle Tiggle Figgle Village people. He just enjoyed to teach young children about seeing colors and tasting the sound of rocks. He was almost done with his assignment from mac daddy long legs when he discovered he forgot he had hands. Could this have been an experiment gone wrong? Did he finally drink too many glowing beakers of what looked to be radioactive chemicals in his easy bake chemistry set. [insert advertisement here] He began to question his reality and asked the children if they have seen his hands. The parents were outraged. The newspaper headliner read " The Walrus Jelly Crab named Dr. Bob the Hippo Therapist did what with his hands?" Apparently the towns folk didn't know the difference between The Rapist and therapist. It was an honest typo. So the Wiggle Tiggle Figgle Townfolk gathered and rallied and proceeded to act upon this dilemma. Not to be confused with diarrhea.

Are you following me? If so I will report you to authorities story or not that is considered stalking and I prefer people not staring in my window while I undress trying to get a get a good look at my green pecker. God you must really suck at English because I said green pepper. I have a few growing in the basement to make homemade spaghetti waffles. But with you being this noisy I probably wont invite you over for dinner or to my birthday party. I assure you my dad can beat up your dad. Are you saying I am disrespectful? What has gotten into you lately?

Dr Bob The Hippo Therapist who is a Walrus Jelly Crab was able to escape the townsfolk by lying to everyone and saying a fork and a spoon could be combined into one to make the most ultimate eating utensil. apparently the whole town is fucking high because I am still trying to comprehend the logic imprinted into the spork unless you wanted to humiliate someone by trying to dig their eyes out with a spoon fork type mechanical device.... I just don't see the efficiency in obnoxious radical plastic complexity.

Why are you still following Me? I need to quickly call the number 411 so I can remember the line to 911 and tell them someone is following this bologna. That word doesn't even sound like its spelled. Who makes this shit? Cant I just huff elmers glue and tell stories about how the movie Planet of the Apes is actually a metaphor about how it was like living in the great depression without being disturbed?! I cant wrap my head around the logic of this world. But I am sure Gwen Stephani can still wrap her labia around a basketball. That is an act I would gladly pay a couple pokemon cards to see. But Dr bob the Hippo Therapist was a great man. He will live on and prosper. Walrus Jelly Crabs Never say die!