It t'was time for the a~nule Tooter-roo butt fair. Buttrock Obutta was attending to make a very important speech. For years now the butts of butttroplous had had to adorn themselves with extremity wads. Buttrock had tried to make them fashionable by producing them in an ass-ortment (hehehe) of styles. Butt, the wood patterned ones quickly took a toll on the citizens and Buttrock was still digging glitter out of his hair from the sparkly ones.
The time was nigh, and Buttrock Obutta made his way up to the stage. Every channel from 420 daily to 69 at night would be broadcasting this for all ears. Buttrock just hoped that the kids on 69 at night wouldn't riot for having their cartoons interrupted.
Sweat dribbled down his crack as-s-s-s the light shone down upon him. Nervously he pulled at his bow tie. The crowd was silent due too the fact that it was the butt crack of dawn, butt the show must go on.
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All 'bout Them Butts
ActionIn a land far, far away, butts are the president. Buttrock Obutta rules the lands with an iron anus. When a giant fart cloud covers butttroplus, Buttrock must put up his duce and get down to it.
