So Bean, I was going over the budget and I've realized we have enough money for ninja cabbages, so I added them to this list.
What the....Ninja Cabbages? Budget? What the hell are you talking about?
Don't play coy with me, you know what I'm talking about.
Ok, here's a few things you might not of realized. One: Cabbages CAN'T be ninjas. Two, we don't HAVE a budget. And three, your list there is a blank piece of paper that only says "FREE MUMIA" on it.
Well, I was thinking that we could hire the ninja cabbages with our budget, and free Mumia with them.
Oh Lord, please forgive me for what I am about to do...
I just drank a gallon of bleach. Is that good or bad?
Damnit, must you always be this stupid?
Well, you see, the reason I'm this way is to satisfy our reader's interest in my wild antics, not by my own personal judgment. If it were up to me, I would prefer a role in a Shakespearean play.
Wow...That was the most profound thing you've ever said, Mitten. Perhaps you are intelligent, after all.
So I just drank a gallon of bleach. Is that good or bad?
Once upon a time, in the mystical land of Narnia, reigned a hippie. And he wasn't any ordinary hippie, no sir. He was a NINJA hippie!
He also was a magician, and he fought dragons and zombies and lizards and Rob Reiner. He was very powerful, but also he had a wife, who was secretly a cyborg from the future sent to kill him.
So he fought off his cyborg wife with the help of mecha-zombie Gary Coleman, and peace reigned for all time until the sequal in which the zombie ninja Abraham Lincoln showed up to kick ass!
...if I was a living being, I would seriously be contemplating suicide right now.
Ok so one time I was walking home and I saw this robot, and he was like "hey dude" and I was like "sup" and he was like "nothing much" and then I was like LOOK OUT A SECRET MONKEY!!
..."And so the robot was like "Oh No!" and the secret monkey was like "Muwahaha!"
Oh No!
Muwahaha!
So yeah where did I leave my shoes?
To all of our dear readers: I apologize for Mitten's horrendous idiocy. And Mitten, I'm going to nail you to the bed so you can't leave the house anymore.
Ok so like there were these two robots, Bill and Frank, and they were nice, but they also hated CHEEEESE!
So anyway, one day Bill and Frank were walking when suddenly, they had a discussion!
Hey, Frank, if society is merely the consequences of interaction with others in a controlled enviroment, then why is it so hard to change society's outlook upon things that are "new" and "foreign"?
I don't know, Bill. Perhaps it is an innate tendancy to find a standard, and stick with it, no matter what new innovations arise.
And then they got turned into scrap metal and died. The End!
God damnit, why don't you ever SHUT THE HELL UP?!?!?!?