It was last night. My best friend and I were playing Dance Dance Revolution, a revolutionary new game. My friend was leaping about forming craters in the living room wood floor. She weighs in excess of 237 lbs, and her mountainous lard buckets were breaking the sound barrier throughout the town. Meanwhile, in the other room, my gramps and grams were enjoying a thorough portion of lobster tails. I was eyeing my friend as she took one final leap, and fell through the floor. The television then rocketed toward my gramps’ second stomach. (runs in the fam) Gramps then fell to the depths of the craters in the basement floor. My friend continued to leap ungracefully, as I yelled to my gramps down yonder to leave it on the doorstep and get the hell out of here. My friend sprinted full force, baggage flapping in the wind, down the street down yonder to find another TV. I paced toward my grams with the gimpy leg, and startled her so much that she choked on her fork. I sat there in astonishment as it began to twang in her esophagus like a garbage disposal. I turned around to witness the smoke and debris that were scattered around my living room amongst a few dozen corpses. The TV was engulfed in flames, and it began to scorch my gramps’ bulbous nostril hair. I grumbled in agony as my grams fell off the chair onto the cold hard mahogany floor. What should I do?
2006-11-23
02:01:56
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Oh yeah.. and I just got a new george foreman grill.. what should I do with that?
2006-11-23
02:03:02 ·
update #1