Continue with my story keep it going as long as possible!!!! You just jumped a fence and u got a fat hole in your pants you pull out some cans and do a quick bomb then a brite light shines down on you from the sky ........
and suddnly you die the most horrific death one can imagine without the chance of getting back to life...
So you're pondering to yourself as you drift through a cosmic tunnel toward the afterlife, and as swirls of vibrant colors caress your being, you slip into delirium. When you wake up, you find yourself in the pitch black.
Then 'god' turns the lights on, your naked straped to a chair on the coffee tablke in front of you is a box of dissovible viagra, a class of warter, a shard of broken glass and a baby crocodile in a small cage fuck you think to your self.
You freeze as a young man, no older than 22, strolls in, casually smacking his hand with a trophy baseball bat, the kind you buy for 11 dollars at baseball games. He looks at you. Something tells you, you already have distrust for this man. The crocodile and broken glass support your hypothesis. Suddenly, you realize what this is:
Yes exatly wat it seems some cockney pyscho wants to brutilize you quickly thinking you use your special marine animal telepathy to hypnotize the diminuatvie predator to open the latch on his cage
as the crocodile exit's his cage you notice that Mr. Rogers is sneaking in through the door that the man with the bat came through. Mr. Rogers walks right up behind the guy with the bat and...
Oh shit deja vu. The agents must have hacked bs matrix server upload muy thai and eagle claw kung fu get me a twelve guage and lets rock on
Nothing happens. You do nothing as "Mr. Rogers" comes up to you and gets you across the teeth with a backhanded strike with the bat. You spit out blood.
"Dumb thread," Mr. Rogers nonchalantly states, as he pulls the crocodile out of its cage and shoves it up his own rectum. "Ahhh. That's better," he says, "Now where was I?"
a TV lights up in the corner of the room and Bob Ross is on. welcome to the joy of painting. you put on your beret and grab a brush and head to a canvas that is weirdly glued to the wall right under the TV in a way that you cant see the screen
Except for the crocodile...who can speak 32 different languages...so he packs up his things and swims to Australia...and in the middle of the ocean, he meets a blue whale....
and the crocodile says, "i havent seen you since the night you disappeared before i woke up with a condom in my ass"