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Behind Dis-knee

IT'S ABOUT TIME I MADE A CRAPPY UPDATE

Tinker Bell took a swig of fairy dust and began wheezing. "What the hell is this stuff?!"

Peter Pothead smoked his blunt that he held in his blunt fingers as he gave her a blunt reply. "Not fairy dust."

Still hacking, she stumbled to the bathroom, shoving her way through the hordes of teenagers. "I just need to shart and snort my shart."

"Can you give me some?"

"Hell no! Make your own fairy dust!"

"But... " he took a long drag of his blunt blunt as he tried not to make a blunder.

"No, you're not getting any from my butt."

Sighing in defeat, he shook his head and went to seek out his other friends of the Neverhand party. It was called Neverhand because no one was allowed to get handsy. There were no corners to hide or bedrooms to sneak in. And all the lights were on- not disco lights, but the actual house lights, so everyone could see what was going on.

Peter Pothead swayed to the music and flew to the kitchen like the high(hahahaha) and mighty person he was. On his way there, he passed by Captain Hooker, the captain of all types of ships who always found a way to hook his ship together. Or just act like a hooker.

"WHO WANTS DEM CLOTHES HANGERS" he bellowed, throwing them out into the crowd. "OR HOOKERS, IF YOU'D PREFER THAT TERM"

People went wild for the clothes hookers, scrambling and clawing for them. Captain Hooker hooked the clothes hookers on the hook of the stump of his hand.

Seeing Peter Pothead fly past with his blunt in hand, Captain Hooker waved his hook in greeting, the clothes hangers jangling and clattering. "Going to put that pot to some use, I see. Well good on you, good on you!" 

"Pan right I am!" The flying pothead responded.

Someone from the crowd yelled, "Are you making pot brownies?" A wave of cheers rose in response.

Peter Pothead frowned in disapproval. "No. I'm cooking with pots and pans. Spaghetti, anyone?"

"I've never heard of Spaghet Tea. What does it taste like?" No one answered the person who'd just spoken.

Tinker Bell flew up beside him, the remnants of her shart fluttering down. "Do you want me to make the Parmesan for the spaghetti?"

"Go for it."

She nodded gracefully before flying above the pot and shitting shit in the form of Parmesan down on it. 

Captain Hooker's voice rose in the background. "HOOKERS, ANYONE?"

"Nah, man. I've already got a ton of clothes hangers back at home."

"Ahh, I see. But what about KAHOOKERS?"

"Like Kahoot?"

"Exactly."

Gasps of awe and delight flew through the party as word spread of this new idea. Before they knew it, parades of teenagers were marching down the streets with the chants of "KAHOOKERS" carried on their shoulders as Tinker Bell and Peter Pothead flew around with their Spaghetti in pots and pans.