The Frenchiest Fry.jpeg was standing right before Steve. "What the fuck," Steve said. The Frenchiest Fry.jpeg had no time for Steve's sass, and he stormed right through the door. "What's going on?" Steve asked. "I was wondering if I could borrow your laundry basket," the Frenchiest Fry.jpeg said.
Haha, that's a good one Frenchiest Fry.jpeg. Possums don't have laundry baske-
WHAT THE FUCK STEVE. STEVE YOU HAVE A LAUNDRY BASKET?! STEVE THIS GOES AGAINST EVERYTHING I JUST SAID. STEVE. I HAVE A STORYLIN- ah fuck it. Steve pulled out his laundry basket and showed it to the Frenchiest Fry.jpeg
"This basket will do," the Frenchiest Fry.jpeg said. He jumped inside the laundry basket and instantly disappeared. "Well gosh darn this is the weirdest hangover I've ever had," Steve said. At that moment, a second large raccoon burst through the door.
After about three minutes of screaming because there was a large raccoon in his house and also three minutes of screaming from the narrator, who had absolutely no idea where the story was going, Steve collected himself enough to ask the large raccoon who he was and what was going on. "I am The Grim Reaper," the raccoon said. "Oh," Steve said. Meanwhile Dave was dying in the pool.
"Why are you here ..uh...Grim Reaper?"
"Well ya see me and The Frenchiest Fry.jpeg were playing a game of hide and seek. And he decided to hide in The Void."
*cue dramatic music as everyone gasps and narrator flips his shit again because he has no idea what's going on*
YOU ARE READING
The Planet of Retarded Possums And Other Majestic Shit
RandomHi there friend and welcome to the greatest adventure you will ever read ever filled with cool action and sex and cool things and space my dudes and also guest appearance by Nicholas Cage
