renfield7

I'm sorry to disappoint you. But it's true.

I'm a Stepford Wife.

Or this is all a fucked up dream.

Or maybe I fucked a Stepford Wife. In a dream.

That still doesn't explain the squirrel.

I've been living off of Sun Chips and Water. At least for the past hour. My 6-pack has become a keg and I am very unhappy about this. It's time to do more things that don't involve a chair.

We will celebrate with a tribute to the God of the Wombats (also me) and present the gift of a sacrificed virgin olive. The roar of the Wombats shall strike fear into the hearts of tiny fruit throughout the world! So I declare!

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<-- Joey.

<-- A Pirate.

<-- Joey saw a Pirate.

<-- As it turned out, the Pirate was undead.

<-- The smell of an undead Pirate made Joey lose his 'sketi-o's.

<-- Because Joey ran away from the evil undead Pirate instead of saving the town, the mayor turned him into a big chicken.

<-- His mom still loved him. even though Joey was no longer a man.

The moral of the story is... You tell me. (No, really tell me. I'm curious!)