Jack Parkes had always loved sunny Shanghai with its vigorous, victorious volcanoes. It was a place where he felt happy.
He was an admirable, rude, port drinker with curvaceous toenails and ample spots. His friends saw him as a decaying, defiant dolphin. Once, he had even saved a spewmungous chicken that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.
Jack walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. The hail pounded like walking ostriches.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Susan Pitt. Susan was a witty writer with blonde toenails and greasy spots.
Jack gulped. He was not prepared for Susan.
As Jack stepped outside and Susan came closer, he could see the few smile on her face.
"I am here because I want some more Twitter followers," Susan bellowed, in a cute tone. She slammed her fist against Jack's chest, with the force of 9462 toads. "I frigging love you, Jack Parkes."
Jack looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the squidgy book. "Susan, I shrunk the kids," he replied.
They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two mouldy, mashed monkeys singing at a very controlling accident, which had piano music playing in the background and two splendid uncles smiling to the beat.
Suddenly, Susan lunged forward and tried to punch Jack in the face. Quickly, Jack grabbed the squidgy book and brought it down on Susan's skull.
Susan's blonde toenails trembled and her greasy spots wobbled. She looked irritable, her body raw like a rough, real record.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Susan Pitt was dead.
Jack Parkes went back inside and made himself a nice glass of port.
THE END
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HumorHi! This is basically a random story generator book. I put a plot into this website and turn it into a book. (This is not my written stories but randomly generated.) (this is ment to be funny so ENJOY!)
