I know I said I hate pandas. I don't. I just said that to make the story more interesting. Anyways. I am walking around the streeets of Washington D.C, when I see something out of the corner of my eye. He had a mask. It was Bulletyproof. And now we have something in common: we both hate Barack Obama. I stride over to him like a tomato after eating a pile of hamsters. "What is your name, Your Majesty," I ask him as loud as a sick zebra after he ran a marathon. "Chris P. Bacon," he replies. I laugh. I like bacon. Bacon is good. Pigs taste good. Bacon comes from pigs. I hate pigs. I love KFC. Yum. What if KFC had chicken with bacon? And potatoes? What about hamsters? Pandas? Yum yum yum. Yum. Sausages. "Nice name," I reply, as I laugh like a grape. "I hate Barack Obama too!" I say. "Then lets get revenge," Chris P. Bacon says, as we walk to the KFC around the corner. I should tell them about my new meal for them! They would make millions off it. Wanna hear a poem? Roses are red, Violets are blue, Some poems rhyme, I love pandas.
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AcakUniammechicamesnakesaurusrex (pronounced unihammechicamesnakesaurusrex) was a bodygaurd for Barack Obama. Standing at 3 inches tall, and weighing 14 pounds, he is the ideal size for a bodyguard. He and Barack were great friends. They were such good...
