Herbert Shnerbert had always loved Smelly your basement with its inquisitive, impossible it smells like gingerbread. It was a place where he felt Agressive.He was an Adventurous, Goody-goody, absinthe drinker with with huge glasses knees and pimple-faced eyebrows. His friends saw him as a thirsty, talented toilet. Once, he had even saved an alive antelope wearing chain-mail that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.
Herbert walked over to the window and reflected on his Adorable surroundings. The hail pounded like gormandizing rabbits.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mary Anne Jenkinberg. Mary Anne was a poor Satan with nerdy knees and buff eyebrows.
Herbert gulped. He was not prepared for Mary Anne.
As Herbert stepped outside and Mary Anne came closer, he could see the bumpy glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want Food," Mary Anne bellowed, in an obsessive tone. She slammed her fist against Herbert's chest, with the force of 2625 naked mole rats. "I frigging love you, Herbert Shnerbert."
Herbert looked back, even more Pure anger and still fingering the useless rope. "Mary Anne, leave me the heck alone," he replied.
They looked at each other with violent feelings, like two abundant, adventurous aardvarks reading at a very never eats cutting the ribbon to the new fast food place, which had scottish metal covers of tiny tim songs music playing in the background and two always hungry uncles celebrating to the beat.
Suddenly, Mary Anne lunged forward and tried to punch Herbert in the face. Quickly, Herbert grabbed the useless rope and brought it down on Mary Anne's skull.
Mary Anne's nerdy knees trembled and her buff eyebrows wobbled. She looked desire, her body raw like an abundant, attractive a sports bra.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Mary Anne Jenkinberg was dead.
Herbert Shnerbert went back inside and made himself a nice drink of absinthe.
So in school I discovered a site that's like Mad Libs but it generates an entire short story, so I made this with it
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