Saturday

The Quenchiest

I just ate dinner, but I had to walk by a nuclear power plant to find my sandwich. And to make everything in the whole wide world even worse, it was too spicy! Of course I mean the power plant, not the sandwich. The sandwich was perfectly tasty. Plutonium, yum. Ha ha ha kaboom. BOOM, SHAVE YO LEGS! ALL CAPS IS LIKE YELLING I yelled at a puppy today. Also a peanut.

And you know, if you sniff hydrochloric acid for too long, your nose burns off. That's because hydrochloric acid is acidic. If it wasn't acidic, it would probably be basic, which means it's a base, which means if you rub it all over your hands, all of your skin would turn into soap. That way you never have to wash your hands. They are soap. You could give bubbly handshakes and wash someone's hand AT THE SAME TIME. I don't get it.

These are the cutest kittens in the world. These are our kittens. As you can tell, ours are the cutest kittens in the world. And that's no lie. Buy our cute kittens. They are the cutest! And buy our cactus juice. It'll quench ya. Nothing's quenchier. IT'S THE QUENCHIEST! Man, now I really wanna make a blog called "The Quenchiest." It would sell a million copies. Of Newt Gingrich's left apocalypse.

That's how we do.

By the way, buy the whey. I have a musical class wherein I must appreciate music, which I do, but apparently you have to do more than just appreciate music to get an A. Stupid. Anyway, homie, we had to listen to some piano musics by a guy and his wife, but the guy checked himself into an insane asylum because he's a schizophrenic hippie, but that kind of makes sense because his music had names most of the time, but sometimes they didn't except that they did. Like one song that we didn't get to listen but we just looked at it, it didn't really have a name, except that it did because the name was really just three stars that he drew on the top. Also, he tried to make himself good at piano by breaking his finger. I once broke the sun. I had to wait all night for them to repair it. But now that I think about it, maybe he wasn't really a hippie. He just thought that all giant mushrooms were friendly. But you and me know better, don't we?

Old lady, car door, blow torch, staircase, tooth fairy, dodgeball? Yeah. Good times.

Stuff the ice chest.

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