6/11/15

MR. FLAVER'S BACKYARD

The crippling dilemma of sewer rabbits.  On June 15th, exactly, 1997, four years ago, Mr. Flaver called the police and reported some sewer rabbits.  ABCs! ABCs! ABCs! ABCs!

It doesn't matter, that's not going to help.  We're talking about Mr. Flaver remember?  When the police came to their house, they found a carrot.  Not just any carrot, a neon toxic carrot.  Filled with drinkable sausages, radioactive iodine, and Native American chlorine. Everything about it wasn't bad, except that your insides would get cleaned out.

They immediately brought it to the lab, where Dr. McStuffins operated.  After further investigation, they discovered that these carrots-cheesepuffs-Native American Sausages were just the remnants of Dr. McStuffins lunch.

Now back to the present day.  The sewer rabbits are out of control.  They have built small cults and reside in country-side homes and plan for lizard people to take over the Earth, at least that's what the stars tell them.  They did pay us to put in an advertisement:

CALL 1800SEWERRABBITS! You will pay a down payment of 2 million dollars to go towards weaponry to fight the lizards that plan on destroying the world.

Sometimes my gorilla decides to eat some of my piccolo peppers pokokos, but you know, that's usual.  I eat them for breakfast every morning because they give me a BURST OF ENERGY.  So when he does that I have to take him to the doctor to get them out of him so that I can eat them.

This just in: our intern JT just spit up some carrots so he could eat them.  "OK", he replied to the question of "Baseball".

Now to sports with our new intern JT:
"Hit the ball. Hit, the ball! Hit the BALL! Hit the BALL!"
What happens when someone hits a ball do they get a home run? "Home run yes!

Alright, now it's time for POETRY SMASH:

Poem1:
The water down flows down the stream like pee trickling down my leg.
The moon howls at the flowers when they go: HOOT HOOT, HOOT HOOT

Poem 2:
When my cereal is no longer crunchy, depression grabs hold of my earlobe.
No soggy cereal, no soggy cereal, no soggy cereal
*The sound of window shutters blowing in the wind*

Poem 3:
Clip clop clip, the rip of the paper goes toqwaqwa
And my brother says Ooh la la
The sound of a ruler snapping on my eyelid

Poem 4:
Crunch crunch crunch
OK yes