I soon quickly rapidly began
my training as a super-bungee-numnum-stuke. I was in the class. SPECIAL-ED'S
CLASS, whoever the sanitation that is. My teacher was impressed with my
special skills. I say to teacher "HAHA! Nothing can hurt me!"
Teacher say "NOTHING? Not even a werewolf?"
"Not even Tasmanian devil?"
"Not even Godzilla?!"
"HaHA! You have achieved
equilibrium, my son. Feel free to fart at any time. And. Remember, the
California raisins gots big. Guns."
Then came the catapults. I dodged them
"Heehee! HaHA! Catapult
(HA) too small (HO) 2 inches! HABAHARDEEHA!"
I then sank into quicksand and resumed
chewing taco meat on top of Old Smoky.
"ICKY WOOKY WACKA need band aid for sore
toe! HA...AHA! Corn. Huh? Seagulls make lipstick from car wax? Huh...HUH?!
What rock? No tickly fat dance for sour tooth? HAAAA. Elfish Warrior. Ha.
Nicholas get no presents, only (HAHA) dog poo. Put fork in
light socket? HAH? Possum?"
I then found myself in a tree house in
the jungle canopy.
"OOH! HEE! HAAAHAAA! Telly rhino eat
soup? HaHA! HA! Join elite star force? HA!
Tie tail in knot? HAR! Make bungee cord with nose
hair? HO! And to think me shut front door this morning." There was a stapler
and a coin sorter who belonged to Mr. Monkeyfriend. He get real mad when
me staplefingertowallandripwoodandgetfingercaughtintoilet! Ha... HA HA!
Butt paste. OH! Or so it seems, Monkey. Raff! Then the rhino coughed up
a hair ball. I cry cry I cry cry cry till snot come out of mouth and rhino
bleedeth to death.
"AH! NYYYYYYYYYYAAAH! SO SORRY! CALL
Rhino no call. Me then do special dance
and roll meself silly corn dog. HA!!!