attractive to be bothered by men who
durn expensive. That's why, on this world,
when we go to Montana, we always
bring along lots of goods to barter
to the atheist otter people, because their
blue mushroom cookies are just the tops!
However, there are other delightful things to
do something like eating poison berry pie,
and breaking clams on their bellies with
old, rusty, Hotwheels cars. They treasure these
as sling bullets, and for toys to
get the gesse off the damn yard
and such and so. The otter dudes
finally decided how to celebrate "Otterween Night"
by dressing as insurance salesmen and going
to the mall and hollering, "Who dat?"
Then everybody had to give them clams.
Or else, the chattering teeth began to
eat their jack-o-cantaloupes. This was so frightening
I had to wake my momma up.
Momma didn't like being woken up though,
so, Otterween was only held every seventeen
weeks (give or take a few days).
However, otters aren't nearly that patient, so
they soon grew agitated and began to
summon crotch leeches from the cesspools of
Apokolips's third largest moon. The Mother-Box technology
, not to be mistaken for X-box technology
, was originally designed for solar-powered karaoke machines
but was quickly adopted by the Parademons
to remove annoying belly button lint and
unsightly back hair. Unfortunately for the Parademons,
their arcane power was derived from their
knowledge of all things Urkel, and since
Urrkel's stature disappeared with his bellybutton lint
the Parademons were kinda screwed. Nevertheless, they
collected their lint in one massive pile
and commenced to jumping from the barn.
As it turns out, a Parademon jumping
attracts odder otter "folk" and starts the
most bodacious rave. Unfortunately, everyone forgot to
put on their dancing shoes, and so
the prize orchids were toast. Not all
flowers can withstand the awesome power of
the Parademon Linedancing Stomp(tm); indeed, this has
been the doom of many a garden
, as well as the toes of the
twelve-footed landshark tree brave, or foolish,
dragon, whos breath has the smell of
garlic and worse; garlic grown in fiendish
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