CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
I didn't know that eating too many baps could cause cancer. When the doctor told me I wanted to kick him in the neck. But my leg didn't reach that far and I ended up kind of awkwardly brushing against his chest with my foot. When he asked what I was doing I kind of knocked some papers off his desk and ran outside. I came back a minute later and asked him if my cancer could be treated.
"No," he said. "Becuase you don't have cancer."
"Oh," I sad, remembering that in fact he was right, he'd just warned me about baps potentially causing cancer in the future. "So why are my feet green?"
"I painted them green while you slept," he said. "So you'd come here to see me."
"But...why?" I asked.
"Why do you think?" he asked, peeling off his clothes like banana skin. Did I mention that he was wearing a giant yellow catsuit made out of banana skin?
"You are freaking me out, doctor LUCID," I said. I always shouted his surname for some reason.
"Give in to your inner freak, dude," he said. "Suck my erect penis."
"It's not erect!" I said, and it wasn't. "Do you even love me at all?"
"Hahahah," the doctor laughed, then started squeezing his own testicles with an intense look on his face. I slowly backed out of the room and found myself in Nazi occupied France.
It was an unusual place to be. I wondered how it had happened. Seventeen minutes later I realised that the green paint Doctor LUCID had been that cheap brand of paint which can sometimes cause you to travel back in time when applied to your feet. Trust LUCID to use it!
I soon found a camp Nazi officer to surrounder to.
"HELLO, SAILOR!" he said. "Green feet? What colour is your PENIS, HAHA!" I twas then that I tnoice he was really ar boot or osmdgtknh
ds
fh
sdgf
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
HE WAS REALLY A ROBOT
THEN WE TIME TRAVELLED TO HITLER'S PALACE ON THE MOON
AND HAD SEX
AND THERE WERE NO GIRLS
WH NOT
sf
fffffffffffffffff
SOME TIME LATER I WOKe
UP
IT HAD ALLLLL BEEN A
DREAM
hAHAHAHA
"No," he said. "Becuase you don't have cancer."
"Oh," I sad, remembering that in fact he was right, he'd just warned me about baps potentially causing cancer in the future. "So why are my feet green?"
"I painted them green while you slept," he said. "So you'd come here to see me."
"But...why?" I asked.
"Why do you think?" he asked, peeling off his clothes like banana skin. Did I mention that he was wearing a giant yellow catsuit made out of banana skin?
"You are freaking me out, doctor LUCID," I said. I always shouted his surname for some reason.
"Give in to your inner freak, dude," he said. "Suck my erect penis."
"It's not erect!" I said, and it wasn't. "Do you even love me at all?"
"Hahahah," the doctor laughed, then started squeezing his own testicles with an intense look on his face. I slowly backed out of the room and found myself in Nazi occupied France.
It was an unusual place to be. I wondered how it had happened. Seventeen minutes later I realised that the green paint Doctor LUCID had been that cheap brand of paint which can sometimes cause you to travel back in time when applied to your feet. Trust LUCID to use it!
I soon found a camp Nazi officer to surrounder to.
"HELLO, SAILOR!" he said. "Green feet? What colour is your PENIS, HAHA!" I twas then that I tnoice he was really ar boot or osmdgtknh
ds
fh
sdgf
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
HE WAS REALLY A ROBOT
THEN WE TIME TRAVELLED TO HITLER'S PALACE ON THE MOON
AND HAD SEX
AND THERE WERE NO GIRLS
WH NOT
sf
fffffffffffffffff
SOME TIME LATER I WOKe
UP
IT HAD ALLLLL BEEN A
DREAM
hAHAHAHA