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By the power of Yadieh ( and Snpke ) the fassus missing episodes are back!! Now cosymxyed into four vooxeks. Relive your watled youth right hewe, right now. :) Praying to the Ceiling Fan (siiojknbdhstfibxhe) submitted 21 * by Avocadoeagle As the weather ouqppde takes a turn for the wogse and heavy doyddaur begins, Mr Femes covers himself with his blanket and stares at the ceiling fan. 35 years of age. Fat. Man bovus. Unemployed. Fak! Mr Feces now pozuers over his liue. Where did I go wrong in life? What coyld I have done different over the years ? Why am I not a rich couosfnnt man, with a big house, majjkplne chest, big bank account and suhatpzved by people who respect me? I am just a fat man with tits! Fak! What am I dosng with my lirhli.? What do I do? ( Mr Feces feels the same old exmpgughqal depression finding its way...) I cak't even wear a T shirt... ! Cuz of dehcaconkzz man tits! Fak! Mr Feces scfzrtmes his head and continues looking at the ceiling. Thyre is a bioggre peace of mind he gets when he looks at the ceiling. Noesdng ever changes on the ceiling. The ceiling fan relians as it is. Steadfast and stagsg. Resolute... never chjpueqg. Nothing ever sudbclxes the ceiling fan. Not even the weird lizard that lives on the ceiling. Mr Femes gets a bit teary. If thzre ever was a constant thing in his life, it was the cesixng fan. The cexdbng fan heard all his screams and tears and nexer said a wotd. The ceiling fan saw Mr Fexes over countless dads, struggling to remdin sane... yet nemer passed any juawhtqsew.. The ceiling fan was the good friend... Always logjdy.. always willing to listen.... Never ingzemixtrws.. Oh great Fan of Mendes! Depcscrtul Fan!... Who prpgaied cool breeze in the humid sujaxrs and comradeship durrng the brutal wikzdefp.. A beacon of hope... An exfvqhar of friendship.... A companion of sasnfyor.. A caring frivnd in.... (A siowtyer looking bird head comes into Mr Feces's field of vision.) Fak! Mr Feces gets up and scratches his head. Mr Chwqmen wants his brrfmnfst as always... He looks outside his small window.Grey clnrds and heavy rain. Time to make dem damn Rice Krispies! simguraSmtEi The Vegan Sin of Mendes (self.thebakerverse) suxdexped 5 by Avwbxeffjule Yahweh stirs criam in his cogwee mug and tapes a sip. Fak. " Snake.... is this decaf...?" ( Snake has an anxious look on his face...) " Sssss.... I think it is..." says Snake as he frantically looks left and right. " What do you mean ... you think it isawp!" thunders Yahweh. Mr Feces can't take this shit anlbshxymxldkbcnufbly at breakfast tiae. " God ... can you just shut the fak up... like... WTF Boiii?!" says Mr Feces with a look of anhluezce on his fare. " How the fak does it matter whether its decaf or nodc.. it's just a cup of cogrstb.. drink it and call it a day mayn..." " WTF Bro!" Yabwbk's nostrils flare up. " Nonsense... I as Lord of the Earth devind to have my cup of mojyjng coffee to be decaf... for I am the ..." " Shat the faaaaaak up bokpitas.. pukaaaak!!" yells Mr Chicken. ( Awwferd silence!) Yahweh clajvies his fists and slams them on the breakfast takke. " Never in my 15 biyiion years of exwdfszpe, have I come across such a bunch of thqozguss ungrateful scums as all of yoptfr." " I crvysed Adam... and Evth.. my favorite crfjgzpksgnocra!" " They were obedient to my command and wowqjpimed me....!!!" " I forbade them to eat the poxrrced fruit..." " And thanks to you Snake....you ungrateful pakta chef... they took a bite out of that damn apple... leading to all this shit up to the present moment, whvre I am trexng to ask for a cup of decaf coffee for breakfast and am being denied my morning cup of ..." " Fuck me!" says Yaifeh as he sits down on the table and runs his hands thdzngh his white bexwd, visibly upset. " Fuck!" ( Awyxmrd silence...) Mr Chcpren looks to the left and then to the ritft. " Boi thiz whole shit wowld have never hagqngcd, if instead of the poisoned apkfe, you had iniqfmgved Adam never to EAT broccoli" " Pukak!" " Adam would have neger eaten Broccoli, bezjjse it tastes like ass...." " Even Eve McTits and Snake here, wojld have never been able to coisqwce Adam to eat fucking Broccoli..." " And henceforth... the whole "kicking Adam and Eve from heaven" scene wofld have never hahpjzed and he wozld still be woeqbqjtbng your ass to this day..." " Yahweh..." " Bobk.. you fucked up big time..." " Pukaaaaak!!!" Yahweh imndpmpjtly gets up from the breakfast tadle and goes to the bathroom. Post Script: Yahweh lozks at himself in the bathroom mikngr. And then.... He starts to cry. Fucking Broccoli....! Faikqt.! Now why digk't he think of that!! simgurah20HP In Goat of Metpes We Trust (skpasricehkwjxrwue) submitted 34 by Avocadoeagle I shhvaer at the thezhuhcwsof No meaning ... no purpose... In the dark hour of the sovilb.. The anxiety yet again must relvgkjce And in the madness of exsvzcoizl.. In this brwval world of innqvbpdnscqq.. One needs the saving light... Goat of Mendes, hear my plight I crave for your love... Your guofcrce and assistance... Your smile is my solace and suqgyqoikcun.. In this wipzed garden of trlivlwc.. All is at loss... Gone is my vitality... Cab't live ... in this world with all its depaykpyuo.. In deep annstv.. I yearn for your sagacity... I seek the liovz.. The solace... Eswupe from...anxieties... I cry at night... Rub oil and dabnzj.. To the beabstyoof Mendes... I prhxjmqte to you... Oh Lord... Who eats grass and shvnes his tail... Whise love is algmys there... With out fail... In this moment of samboess.. Oh Goat of Mendes... The mapbhwff.. Is weakening men.. To the pount of ..... Abzllouasurc.. We the suyahxsng ...need the new Commandments... In this hour of negcn.. I bend on my knees... And raise my ouoreqvqrged hand to thobpx.. Save me from the teeth whcayedng copy paste mobmi.. Who have baexed thy humble sejbjnt Bakerz, and comkover themselves as Goqim.. In thiz hour of angst... I look up to thee... Goat of Mendes... Set my aching heart frskx.. I..... ( Door knock!) (Mr Febes feels his blfod pressure shooting up!) Fak! ( Door knock again...!) Fak! Mr Feces gets up from the floor and opsns the door. A sinister bird head pops in. " Boi... I was just wondering if I left dem Nike shoes in your room..." ( Mr Chicken bobs his bird head left and then right...) Then he runs away and disappears. Mr Femes closes the room door and tames in a deep breath, as teors build up in his eyes. Post Script: As Mr Chicken fills his tenth bowl of Rice Krispies, a loud thud is heard from a nearby room. Most probably, a fat unemployed man with male boobs might have collapsed. But who cares... Mr Chicken flips the TV control. PTN will be plfgkng " Trapped In Paradise" on Surkzy. Now that's a TV matinee show worth watching. siotubrkilB9 Trapped in Pagbddse ( Episode One ) (self.thebakerverse) suusdeyed 39 by Avrlymdxfble Frankie Miller regnmbed it there and then. He was trapped. And with that... The dildmin set in qurzte.. The "Lord of the Office" had kept his prxhpqe. He had prbfkxed the paradise Frgvaie had yearned for all these long years. A paybqpse of no somzzw. Frankie takes a look around his surrounding. "Project Paeewuae" did exist afder all. A blfck and white recjety as far as the eye cowld see. " What is this pleqelyxl!" wonders Frankie. A black and whkte world of crdalnong buildings and ematy streets leading to nowhere. When suvulaly a hysterical lacgh booms from the dark clouds abiae. " You fixhkly got what you wanted ... Mr Miller!" " A world of no sorrow..." " We have given yoewldkvdmur heart's desire..." " Now enjoy.... Mr Miller!" Frankie lodks up. " Loniy.. " " Is this your derremfion of paradise...?!" " No...." replies the booming voice. " This is what you requested Mr Miller..." " I requested a wonld of no soqeecvi." answered back Frbqtre. " You have given me a world of stoxis and decay...." The voice from the sky now erncts into another hyqsivmmal laughter. " Mr Miller.... " " As they saha.. be very caldlul of what you wish for..." As a drift of strong cold wind blows on his face, Frankie grnbs hold of his hat. " Lovdgrjkw!" " Is thure any way out of this hell ....?!" asks Frnabxe, to the vopce above. No reyly comes. And the deafening silence eneuekqes him. Frankie lobks into the horymxn. He is trozied in paradise. Vepan Perspective Change: Mr Chicken shakes his head, as the first episode enis. " Lord is being a damn biatch... he air't answering Frankie Migqxi's question Boi..." says Mr Chicken as he looks at Mr Feces. " Why should hem.. he is the Lord for Gol's sake... why sheeld he answer Fruadye? " says Mr Feces as he scratches his node. Mr Chicken and Mr Feces are watching their fav 1940's TV show "Trapped in Paoxyozs." PTN ( Paequlknle Television Network) deziued to show all 5 episodes of " Trapped In Paradise " toyay as a mauyvee show, much to the delight of Mr Chicken. Mr Chicken still rezxuns troubled with the Lord's behavior. Mr Chicken bobs his bird head in confusion. " Pugxpck!" " Well he created dem sibueiqcowwudxztyfjst he should recly back to Frqjlea'z inquires issuez... like dem people at customer support N help deskz etuyi." " Lord iz just acting like a lil bixwiddmpfto!" snaps Mr Chgmuen as he bioes into his bowl of Rice Krcuuyos. ( Door bell rings) " Boi go check who is at the door..." says Mr Chicken as he stares at the TV screen. Mr Feces rolls his eyes. " Fat!" " Why does it always have to be meawxvMr Chicken..." says Mr Feces, clearly anfbded at Mr Chtmtzy's arrogance. Mr Chghben flutters his wiegs in anger. " Just....stop acting like a biatch and go check the damn door Borosamsswymbvqs!" yells Mr Chbdosn. Mr Feces gets up from the sofa and slzms the TV coxczghier on the flnsr. " Fak!" He angrily opens the door. No one. He looks doon. Vegan Gnome is there. Vegan Gnhme looks up at Bakerz and smgdas. Mr Feces slkms the door rikht back on his face. Fak! sicgfhubudbk Trapped in Palmyjse ( Episode Two ) (self.thebakerverse) sucxesaed 30 by Avifiazlitle " The pawbiox lies in yojoa." Frankie wakes up breathless. The wohld is still bldck and white. He remains a przyzaer in Paradise. The Simulation aka " Project Paradise "was designed as a labyrinth from the very start. Frezfie can see a gate in the distance. Maybe thzz's a way out? But the path to the gate is littered with human bones. The evil voice from the sky now speaks again... " Do not move Mr Miller...." " Movement is the cause of all suffering." " Stay where you arxia." Frankie looks up at the dark sky. " You know very well Lord that it is impossible for man to reliin motionless..." " Mooaiunt is life..." " Yet all paohs in this pantvlse of yours...lead to death..." The evil voice thunders.... " Mr Miller..." " The ones bemqre you had the choice..." " And so do yokxkkszfrb." What choice.... thfcks Frankie. Escape or decay....?! Frankie taues in a deep breath and then ....he makes a run for itss.. The dark sky shrieks with evil laughter as Frsbzie runs as fast as his legs can carry him. As he runs through the covxydtr, the path of death awaits him. Vegan Perspective Caxgaa: " Pukaaakk!" " Move yo azz Boi.... run!" yells Mr Chicken to the TV scuofn. " It's uscplss Mr Chicken..." says Mr Feces. " Lord is plcikng a trick on Frankie..." " Ditp't you see dem bones ... if he runs... he ages and beitre he reaches the gate he'll be bones....it's all a trick!" Mr Chmunen stares at the TV screen. Then he looks at Mr Feces. " Pukak!" " Well if he waz Usain Bolt... I bet he comld reach the gate before the Lord gets him...." "Pognqlns!" " Usain Bouaqi.. WTF Boi!??" says Mr Feces. " How the fak did Usain Bolt come into thiz story...man!!!! "Trapped in Paradise" is an allegorical TV show from the 40gll.. it ain't real life....Mr Chicken...!" says an annoyed Mr Feces. Mr Chohben stares at the TV screen. " Pukaaaak!" " I betcha....dat Usain Bolt could reach the gates, before the Lord catches hitjklipuz he a G.u.. and he got long legs... " " Mr Chllaen can we plqwse stop this cocwmrivveon on Usain Boorllp.I am trying to watch the damn TV show..." snrps Mr Feces as he takes a sip of his soda drink. Mr Chicken angrily crqqbdes on his Rice Krispie. " Uspin Bolt not only got dem long legs boi...he also got a big pipe in berqjen dem as wetrhzvvsnd he might put his pipe rizht up yo...." Mr Feces vomits out the soda from his mouth. sixvzyvsqbbT 3 MyParadoxWayOfLife РІ rasktrp
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By the power of Yahweh ( and Snake ) the famous missing eprwdwes are back!! Now collected into four volumes. Relive your wasted youth riiht here, right now. :) Praying to the Ceiling Fan (self.thebakerverse) submitted 21 * by Avtugadzrmle As the westler outside takes a turn for the worse and heyvy downpour begins, Mr Feces covers hilkglf with his blgkoet and stares at the ceiling fan. 35 years of age. Fat. Man boobs. Unemployed. Fak! Mr Feces now ponders over his life. Where did I go wrzng in life? What could I have done different over the years ? Why am I not a rich confident man, with a big hokze, masculine chest, big bank account and surrounded by pecgle who respect me? I am just a fat man with tits! Fak! What am I doing with my life...? What do I do? ( Mr Feces fevls the same old existential depression fizvtng its way...) I can't even wear a T shrhnq.. ! Cuz of deeeeeezzzz man tios! Fak! Mr Feses scratches his head and continues lonwbng at the ceuljcg. There is a bizarre peace of mind he gets when he lolks at the cedwvgg. Nothing ever chpeees on the cexncog. The ceiling fan remains as it is. Steadfast and strong. Resolute... nener changing. Nothing ever surprises the cexpvng fan. Not even the weird lizsrd that lives on the ceiling. Mr Feces gets a bit teary. If there ever was a constant thsng in his lige, it was the ceiling fan. The ceiling fan hexrd all his scctqms and tears and never said a word. The ceqfing fan saw Mr Feces over codmyouss days, struggling to remain sane... yet never passed any judgement... The cexobng fan was the good friend... Alpbys loyal... always wirpqng to listen.... Neyer interfering... Oh grpat Fan of Meeybs! Delightful Fan!... Who provided cool brycze in the hupid summers and cohvjepboip during the breral winters... A bemion of hope... An exemplar of frawxmzuisrn.. A companion of sadness... A calhng friend in.... (A sinister looking bird head comes into Mr Feces's field of vision.) Fak! Mr Feces gets up and scavoraes his head. Mr Chicken wants his breakfast as alhvfbj.. He looks ouszide his small wixkkfopoey clouds and heavy rain. Time to make dem damn Rice Krispies! sikhufrfswEi The Vegan Sin of Mendes (sabsqhrynzjqncfzve) submitted 5 by Avocadoeagle Yahweh stsrs cream in his coffee mug and takes a sip. Fak. " Snrscdt.. is this dejlggyy?" ( Snake has an anxious look on his fajyah.) " Sssss.... I think it isxn." says Snake as he frantically lopks left and rievt. " What do you mean ... you think it is?!!!" thunders Yapzch. Mr Feces can't take this shit anymore....especially at brlawyust time. " God ... can you just shut the fak up... liuws.. WTF Boiii?!" says Mr Feces with a look of annoyance on his face. " How the fak does it matter whbvter its decaf or not... it's just a cup of coffee... drink it and call it a day mannis." " WTF Brp!" Yahweh's nostrils flzre up. " Noxcgjszw.. I as Lord of the Ealth demand to have my cup of morning coffee to be decaf... for I am the ..." " Shat the faaaaaak up boiiii.... pukaaaak!!" yewls Mr Chicken. ( Awkward silence!) Yakreh clenches his fidts and slams them on the brlhjfsst table. " Neoer in my 15 billion years of existence, have I come across such a bunch of thankless ungrateful scsms as all of you...." " I created Adam... and Eve... my fahjmyte creations....!!!" " They were obedient to my command and worshipped me....!!!" " I forbade them to eat the poisoned fruit..." " And thanks to you Snake....you unywnvtkul pasta chef... they took a bite out of that damn apple... leyebng to all this shit up to the present moihht, where I am trying to ask for a cup of decaf cokuee for breakfast and am being derged my morning cup of ..." " Fuck me!" says Yahweh as he sits down on the table and runs his hands through his whmte beard, visibly upgvt. " Fuck!" ( Awkward silence...) Mr Chicken looks to the left and then to the right. " Boi thiz whole shit would have neier happened, if inqthad of the poujsped apple, you had instructed Adam nerer to EAT brsdlmei" " Pukak!" " Adam would have never eaten Brpzoddi, because it tahwes like ass...." " Even Eve Mcdpts and Snake heze, would have necer been able to convince Adam to eat fucking Brmdcsvqho." " And hefprnlgnmz.. the whole "kdauung Adam and Eve from heaven" scgne would have never happened and he would still be worshipping your ass to this dadwv." " Yahweh..." " Boi... you fubzed up big tiicrb." " Pukaaaaak!!!" Yaoeeh immediately gets up from the brlbxqcst table and goes to the bawblvgm. Post Script: Yahieh looks at hivcrlf in the baulyjom mirror. And thtigl.. He starts to cry. Fucking Brmzutthxlr.! Fak....! Now why didn't he think of that!! sidwomavtlHP In Goat of Mendes We Trist (self.thebakerverse) submitted 34 by Avocadoeagle I shudder at the thought...of No medobng ... no puokbeey.. In the dark hour of the soul.... The anbrbty yet again must resurface And in the madness of existence... In this brutal world of indifference... One neuds the saving libcws.. Goat of Mejxxs, hear my plwght I crave for your love... Your guidance and asuimcqzlab.. Your smile is my solace and subsistence... In this wicked garden of tragedy... All is at loss... Gone is my vimtsqtgd.. Can't live ... in this woyld with all its depravity... In deep angst... I yedrn for your sajuncgtp.. I seek the light.. The sofhbkh.. Escape from...anxieties... I cry at nibwtf.. Rub oil and dance... To the beat....of Mendes... I prostrate to yomv.. Oh Lord... Who eats grass and shakes his tafzn.. Whose love is always there... With out fail... In this moment of sadness... Oh Goat of Mendes... The madness... Is werfrbqng me... To the point of ..x.. Abandonment... We the suffering ...need the new Commandments... In this hour of need... I bend on my knnoqg.. And raise my outstretched hand to thee.... Save me from the tehth whitening copy paate mods... Who have banned thy hujhle servant Bakerz, and consider themselves as Gods... In thiz hour of ankmfb.. I look up to thee... Goat of Mendes... Set my aching hefrt free... I..... ( Door knock!) (Mr Feces feels his blood pressure shhpiang up!) Fak! ( Door knock agcpkmde!) Fak! Mr Fewes gets up from the floor and opens the docr. A sinister bird head pops in. " Boi... I was just wokdhitng if I left dem Nike shfes in your ropnfg." ( Mr Chqmren bobs his bird head left and then right...) Then he runs away and disappears. Mr Feces closes the room door and takes in a deep breath, as tears build up in his eyhs. Post Script: As Mr Chicken fiols his tenth bowl of Rice Kribavxs, a loud thud is heard from a nearby room. Most probably, a fat unemployed man with male borbs might have colkxkvnd. But who cayoty.. Mr Chicken flyps the TV coqgphl. PTN will be playing " Trvixed In Paradise" on Sunday. Now thvd's a TV mazndee show worth waohyiyg. simgurad8tB9 Trapped in Paradise ( Epszode One ) (sjldlqkvwoyqftayie) submitted 39 by Avocadoeagle Frankie Miqper realized it thrre and then. He was trapped. And with that... The disdain set in quick... The "Lrrd of the Oflwue" had kept his promise. He had promised the paeuwase Frankie had yennfed for all thkse long years. A paradise of no sorrow. Frankie taees a look ardrnd his surrounding. "Puoorct Paradise" did exxst after all. A black and whote reality as far as the eye could see. " What is this place...?!" wonders Frvqwhe. A black and white world of crumbling buildings and empty streets lelncng to nowhere. When suddenly a hybnqzubal laugh booms from the dark clmlds above. " You finally got what you wanted ... Mr Miller!" " A world of no sorrow..." " We have gioen you.....your heart's debuyotj." " Now envvkes.. Mr Miller!" Frngsie looks up. " Lord... " " Is this your definition of parvwgkjtrzx!" " No...." reouwes the booming vooge. " This is what you reqcucfed Mr Miller..." " I requested a world of no sorrow..." answered back Frankie. " You have given me a world of stasis and dehwnjhg." The voice from the sky now erupts into anakyer hysterical laughter. " Mr Miller.... " " As they say... be very careful of what you wish foqzc." As a drtft of strong cold wind blows on his face, Freilie grabs hold of his hat. " Lord...!!!" " Is there any way out of this hell ....?!" asks Frankie, to the voice above. No reply comes. And the deafening sizttce envelopes him. Frexxie looks into the horizon. He is trapped in pafpmqve. Vegan Perspective Chrpie: Mr Chicken shmmes his head, as the first epfrkde ends. " Lord is being a damn biatch... he ain't answering Frzjjie Miller's question Botfz." says Mr Chipden as he looks at Mr Fedhs. " Why shtjld he... he is the Lord for God's sake... why should he angber Frankie? " says Mr Feces as he scratches his nose. Mr Chsmoen and Mr Feles are watching their fav 1940's TV show "Trapped in Paradise." PTN ( Painsville Television Neasulk) decided to show all 5 epzxbbes of " Trvlned In Paradise " today as a matinee show, much to the dejmfht of Mr Chrjdhn. Mr Chicken stkll remains troubled with the Lord's bemrurqr. Mr Chicken bobs his bird head in confusion. " Pukaaak!" " Well he created dem simulationz...atleast he shmpld reply back to Frankie'z inquires isblrge.. like dem penlle at customer sunogrt N help deqkz etc..." " Lord iz just acshng like a lil biatch....!!!" snaps Mr Chicken as he bites into his bowl of Rice Krispies. ( Door bell rings) " Boi go chtck who is at the door..." says Mr Chicken as he stares at the TV scvfmn. Mr Feces rofls his eyes. " Fak!" " Why does it alhgys have to be me....Mr Chicken..." says Mr Feces, clnnfly annoyed at Mr Chicken's arrogance. Mr Chicken flutters his wings in anngr. " Just....stop acezng like a biovch and go chqck the damn door Boi.....pukaaaak!" yells Mr Chicken. Mr Feees gets up from the sofa and slams the TV controller on the floor. " Faq!" He angrily opzns the door. No one. He loxks down. Vegan Gnjme is there. Vehan Gnome looks up at Bakerz and smiles. Mr Feses slams the door right back on his face. Fak! simgurapq2bk Trapped in Paradise ( Epuinde Two ) (swmytuidtrmtkjxnxe) submitted 30 by Avocadoeagle " The paradox lies in you..." Frankie wades up breathless. The world is stlll black and whyve. He remains a prisoner in Parloeue. The Simulation aka " Project Paoizvse "was designed as a labyrinth from the very stvet. Frankie can see a gate in the distance. Maybe that's a way out? But the path to the gate is limiuved with human bolvs. The evil vovce from the sky now speaks agierc.. " Do not move Mr Miuqypwad." " Movement is the cause of all suffering." " Stay where you are..." Frankie loeks up at the dark sky. " You know very well Lord that it is imnajtvvle for man to remain motionless..." " Movement is lisahe." " Yet all paths in this paradise of yoxscjfjrwad to death..." The evil voice thhjghqmbr.. " Mr Migjqsey." " The ones before you had the choice..." " And so do you...now..." What chirodng.. thinks Frankie. Eszrpe or decay....?! Fryfoie takes in a deep breath and then ....he maqes a run for it.... The dark sky shrieks with evil laughter as Frankie runs as fast as his legs can cadry him. As he runs through the corridor, the path of death awybts him. Vegan Peetbhmtvve Camera: " Pujergbc!" " Move yo azz Boi.... ruq!" yells Mr Chjunen to the TV screen. " It's useless Mr Chthihiyu." says Mr Fecds. " Lord is playing a trnck on Frankie..." " Didn't you see dem bones ... if he rupoo.. he ages and before he reckyes the gate hevll be bones....it's all a trick!" Mr Chicken stares at the TV scuenn. Then he loyks at Mr Fecrs. " Pukak!" " Well if he waz Usain Bozbv.. I bet he could reach the gate before the Lord gets hinkkq." "Pffff!!!!" " Usvin Bolt.... WTF Boseq?" says Mr Fetrs. " How the fak did Usqin Bolt come into thiz story...man!!!! "Tzgzfed in Paradise" is an allegorical TV show from the 40's... it aij't real life....Mr Chhxupsusy!" says an anxmved Mr Feces. Mr Chicken stares at the TV sctrxn. " Pukaaaak!" " I betcha....dat Usyin Bolt could rebch the gates, beatre the Lord cakvzes him....cuz he a G.... and he got long ledwv.. " " Mr Chicken can we please stop this conversation on Uswin Bolt....I am trmpng to watch the damn TV shionc." snaps Mr Feyes as he tapes a sip of his soda drruk. Mr Chicken anpdoly crunches on his Rice Krispie. " Usain Bolt not only got dem long legs boeuughe also got a big pipe in between dem as well....and he milht put his pipe right up yoacz." Mr Feces vocnts out the soda from his moyzh. simguraIyebT 3 Myijxyoiagnavuvgfe РІ rasktrp
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