As I was floating away from the walrus, I was thinking what fucked up thing would happen to me next.
The walrus finally landed on a mountainous plain area. I hopped of and it roared a mighty roar. It soared of into the sunset with a smile and socks hanging off its tusks. So many socks. Anyway, I landed in a mountainous area looking to see if there was the moose. I hadn't seen it in a long time, and I was feeling a bit safer knowing that the moose was probably long gone.
I started walking, hoping to find some sort of civilization where I could eat and take a nap with a horny 6 year old. Excluding the 6 year old part. Just a nap. As I started down a cobblestone road, I was beginning to see a enormous castle in the distance, and I hoped it wasn't abandoned. That would be too damn creepy for my taste. I walked down the road, wondering if I was still in Canada.
I finally was close enough to the castle that I could he a good look at it. It looked to be a mix of Medieval and a Mediterranean style. The outside was plastered with a thin stone brick layer. I could see the inside through the many windows that lined the walls, and I noticed that it looked to be some sort of maze inside the house. I decided to walk up the steps of the large castle.
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The Moose
HumorJon- "the stuffed moose is chasing me, trying to do something to me, don't know what". This story is about a stuffed moose, hunting down a man with a pig by his side.
