debacle involving an orgy in the basement
of Wotc, that spawned tiefling children that
took command of WIzards. From then on
the gnomes of the known worlds knew
when to fold 'em, when to walk
like a man, and when to talk
trash to their mommas. It doesn't matter
what became of baby Jane, what is
important is the TRUE meaning of Christmas;
to get a bunch of stuff before
the liquor stores close, otherwise you're gonna
have to go score some crack, over
where Santa's elves score. How you think
those elves can work so much? Crack's
out the door; it just makes them
boogie faster. Sometimes, though, too much boogie-ing
means that the paranoid little carpet combers
get a little too close to the
people who have no sense of humor
and end up with vomit on the
tip of their tongue. "Where did this
idea for vomit posting come from?" asked
the Janitor at the Juiblexite Institution For
Immature Hurling Posters. This institue was famous
among the punk-rockers and horror directors
and was in fact established during the
dark days of Prohibition as a refuge
for Bulimic Bugbears in need of some
snide comments about what 'funny' means from
certain humanoids from the sixth dimension who
like to tell everyone else how wonderful
everything is gonna be once the trolls
stop spanking their monkeys and wash their
stiffened sheets with Cheer (its on sale).
Much later, the Sixth Dimensioners decided that
to become Invincible Overlords they must obtain
sixteen spider monkeys and a case of
smallpox to trade to the Oglahobiecat Tribes
for the Uber Secret Weapon of Ultimate
POWAR! They began their quest by travelling
via rogue black hole to a quiet
asteroid in sector AR32-07, otherwise known as
"cold fargin ice hole" where they would
be able to tell vomit jokes without
fear of Frosty repercussions. With this freedom
they began hurling through space at excessive
speeds, inducing mass regurgitations. Now a mess
of space monkeys in jumpsuits were drawn
and quartered as an example to hurlers
of the banned lawn darts game, which
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