Some people ask what's up, some people ask whats going down, Satan asks if you have cookies, God asks for brownies, Jesus asks if you have wine before he realizes he can't get drunk anymore and weeps in a corner while the romans try to knife him as they walk from side to side like a crab, perverts ask anything, anything at all, James bond asks the mirror on his wall if he can practice his famous lines on it, Hitler asks all the good little jews where the jews are after he pretended not to be a Jew so he could lead an uprising to kill all the Jews, surprise, he actually almost did that.
Buddha constantly wonders what the meaning of life is while his followers will just believe every word that spews from his mouth like its the book of genesis to a man whos high on marijuana. And a man whos high on marijuana will be able to detail to you the ups and downs of the lunar cycle and how it affect the prospect of heaven and hell in a similar manner to how a chimpanzee can tell you how you ass smells today. That being with surprising accuracy.
The survivalist will ask if you have enough canned beans to survive the winter while he eats his canned bean to survive the winter despite the department store that just a block away, a drunkard will constantly ask himself why he feels drunk when hes not drunk and why hes not drunk when he drunk.
So now, my good-buddy-pal-chumerionos-home slice-bread slice, what do you ask?
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Something Funnier, the epic and convoluted sequel.
HumorMy humor has evolved, I have transcended the mighty squirrels that ravange the ground of its fallen acorns, here, is the product of my epic return. You can tell of its epic nature by the flaming goat I have as my cover.
