Sigh. Ok. here is a request from a certain someone with a horribly sick sense of humour. If you read this, i'm sorry. I split the parts up because it was ridiculously long...
One fine sunny morning, little Timmy was picking huckleberries in the field. His mother stepped out of the little hut they lived in to call Timmy in for dinner.
"Yay! Intestine Friday!"
Timmy rejoiced as his younger brother's small intestine was placed upon the table.
"Mama, why is Jimmy not eating his intestine?"
Timmy's mother's gaze drifted over to a collection of mould forming on the ceiling, then slowly fixed on Jimmy, who was slumped over his plate, a trickle of saliva down his face. His eyes hung open, one suspended in middair.
"I reckon he isn't particularly hungry, deary."
HAHAHAHAH MORE!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, that was terribly rude of me. I meant to say, More, Please*
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