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Wednesday, June 07, 2006
6:26 AM



uh huh and im back doing the sequel to the immensly popular 'wilted tales of bob' and yes, its a continuation to the tragic life of our darling red bob the pumpkin. But this time, its the mom turn to shine!!

It was a really really hot day. It was so hot that lizards became mice and mice became lizards. The sun was pouring his scorn upon Maco (bob's mom) as she struggled valiantly with her oversized plastic bags, bopping along the weather beaten path to her home sweet home. Maco was a happy woman, she had a psychotic mood swing husband, an emotionally unstable pumkinoid son, and a shabby house which has holes all over and worms all under. Yes, Maco was a very happy woman in her opinion, as she pulled on her bags and headed for her crap hole of a house. Halfway through her journey, there was a terrific bang from her house , quite like when some inconsiderate bugger fart in church, except its much much louder and there isnt the stinky smell. Dropping her bags, Maco rushed back to her house by doing her patented pumpkinoid roll, doing like 2000miles/hr, spinning like a maniac. Meanwhile at the pumpkin residence, the weirdo father had successfully squashed his illegitimate son and was gloating over his achievement and glory as he stood in the middle of a blown out house, with all the doors and windows blasted away and half the house a gaping hole (refer to previous story where bob exploded). Suddenly there was a powerful hurricane which spun through the house and with a sad and final heave, the shitty house was torn and blasted away in tiny pieces all the way to apple county. The daddy oats, unprepared for such a rude intrusion into his gloating, was flung up and above and like a grape on a wheel, squashed flatly on the ground and his gruesome carcass became like orange dung. Maco, who was the hurricane cause she was spinning, stopped spinning and surveyed her sucky life. "hmm, in one shopping trip to the market, i lost my son because my husband squashed him, i killed my husband by flinging him away and i destroyed our house which i became a prostitute for." maco happily thought. "Hmm, i need a life"

so readers i give you a choice to continue the sequel

a. Maco finds her chilli lover to continue her life

b. scrap this shit story and kill everyone

c. everybody miraculously comes back to life.

ok im done. and this sequel is kinda shitty.

* olympus eternal'



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