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Okay, so I thought I would post this story that I came across. Me and a really really good friend wrote it a couple of years ago, or a year ago, and it was one of those stories where you alternate every other word. So, that's why it seems a little (a lot) disjointed, and why some of the punctuating/capitalizing isn't correct.
Here it is, folks.
One day in a magical wastebasket, a small elephant thought that she should eat some Styrofoam balls. They tasted like crunchy lampshades. However, she decided to visit her favorite aunt, Pamela. Pamela was a petite dill pickle. Why she had a bumpy hat we don't really know. But we hope to find out. The house where Pamela resided was painted hideously by some French olives.
Anyhow, Ellie the elephant who ate pickles for money wanted to eat Pamela. Poor petite Pamela pickle! Ellie waddled over and knocked on the green hideous splotchy door with a large sack full of screaming evil pineapples. Pineapples are obviously not usually screaming or evil, but these pineapples came from the exotic country of Morocco.
Anyway, our favorite heroine Pamela opened the ugly green door and saw Ellie standing on her porch. So she gasped "Ellie!" Ellie then grinned and grabbed Pamela by her nose. Poor pineapples! Poor nose!
Ellie pulled Pamela outside and reached in the sack for a screaming evil pineapple. "Pineapples," said Pamela, "Are my friends. Not only that but they seem to be cute."
"What?" said Ellie, "These pineapples are certainly cute, but they aren't your friends!"
"You're absolutely right!" cried Pamela, "They are evil and look like little sausages!"
Bwahaha. Good times.
Here it is, folks.
One day in a magical wastebasket, a small elephant thought that she should eat some Styrofoam balls. They tasted like crunchy lampshades. However, she decided to visit her favorite aunt, Pamela. Pamela was a petite dill pickle. Why she had a bumpy hat we don't really know. But we hope to find out. The house where Pamela resided was painted hideously by some French olives.
Anyhow, Ellie the elephant who ate pickles for money wanted to eat Pamela. Poor petite Pamela pickle! Ellie waddled over and knocked on the green hideous splotchy door with a large sack full of screaming evil pineapples. Pineapples are obviously not usually screaming or evil, but these pineapples came from the exotic country of Morocco.
Anyway, our favorite heroine Pamela opened the ugly green door and saw Ellie standing on her porch. So she gasped "Ellie!" Ellie then grinned and grabbed Pamela by her nose. Poor pineapples! Poor nose!
Ellie pulled Pamela outside and reached in the sack for a screaming evil pineapple. "Pineapples," said Pamela, "Are my friends. Not only that but they seem to be cute."
"What?" said Ellie, "These pineapples are certainly cute, but they aren't your friends!"
"You're absolutely right!" cried Pamela, "They are evil and look like little sausages!"
Bwahaha. Good times.