I live in a giraffe who regurgitated me and so I became an elephant-carrot with a beautiful hat. I don't know why, but I had no nose, arms or feet and that made me extremely angry. So I met my friend Womanman in the trashbin and started asking why ninjas had to wear masks. Here's what I gathered :
"Why do pickles need the letter 'p'? Why can't they be called 'ickles'?"
"Because otherwise my microwave would be in the trash bin."
"But isn't it already in the trash bin?"
"Ye- I mean, no...."
"You sure? It's poking out a little."
And with that I was shoved out of Womanman's house. I never got to find out why - ooh, a schmetterling!
*Dear penguins,
Waddle waddle waddle.
Love,
Potatosauceintaree(not a typo)*
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~The Book of Randomness~
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