I guess I have to do another post. Darn.
Today, as I was walking home from Expressos 'R' Us, the best store in the universe, I met up with my good friend, Bob the leprechaun. Leprechauns, as I and my insane friends know,do exist in small colonies off the coast of France. (Please don't destroy them Nick! They are my most bestest friends in the whole world!) They use their magic spells to contort reality into any shape they please, which of course makes them awesome. Sadly, Leprechauns are being hunted by poodle-like beings with robotic exoskeletons (yes, I do mean you, Nick!) for usage as "garden gnomes." They are frozen in carbonite and spray-painted to achieve this process. This is why we are seeing less and less every day. Bach to buisiness. Leprechauns, besides being magical, they are also very cute. Occasionally, they become so friendly with humans that they stalk humans for fun. When the person turns around, he just sees a garden gnome a few feet behind him, and he continues on. The Leprechauns find pleasure in this, sometimes so much that they screech (supersonic, of course) with glee. This causes a disturbance in the space-time continuum that can turn your hair purple if you look at it under an ultraviolet filter. Try it sometime! Weeeeeeeeeeeeel... My freind Bob was just on his way back from the magical forest and wanted to pop in to say hello. He came in and I lifted him onto the baby stool and fed him some pasta. He then tould me of an evil thing coming in the future that he saw, or will see, with his own eyes. He tould me of a day where nobody would eat cheese. I fell to the floor, screaming and wheezing, and exclaimed that the tea was a bit hot and asked him to repeat the thing he said about cheese. When he really tould me, I wobbled with horror. A day without cheese? Wasn't that a film in the sixeties or something? He said no. So I got out my pitchfork and planned a brilliant commando raid on some warehouse in Texas. When I had successfully tould the security guards to leave me alone, I went into the warehouse and found my prize. A special edition 2005 cheese cutting knife! I grabbed It and began to, umm, slice the chedder. Soon I had 5,610,231,008 individual slices of cheese! I injected a strain of DNA I extracted from a Llama into each cheese, and mailed the cheeses all around the world! Soon people will all become Llamas, and I will capture them all and make them eat cheese! Forget France! I'm taking on the world!!! ~ :-D
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