There was a girl, a young girl, she was 5, and her name was Banana.
but this story isnt about her, infact, she has nothing to do with this
story, this story is about me, and how I was having a dandy time at the
oven party, the ovens and stoves were dancing like there was no tomorrow
because they thought there was no tomorrow but when i was walking
yesterday my arm went into a toaster and got toasted then i went to georgia
from my space station in space and met this apple who said i was its only NON-
WORM friend and i was like
'HOLY MERCY! A FLYING CORPSE!'
but it turned out to be matlock and his jalopy car that had, for some odd
reason, went to georgia on an airplane and a big donkey sat on his head
and he was all dead and he started to mush and gush around and then i
got stepped on by the moon and the planets were hurdling at me, so then
i bought a burger.