Little Goodrip

Hello children.

How are we this evening?

Gooooooooood?

That certainly is good.

I want to tell you all a story children.

It's about a little boy. Or girl. Or beaver.

It's name is Little Goodrip.

Little Goodrip was a nice little thing.

It played and danced and sang.

Like all the other little children.

Except.

There was something different about

Goodrip.

Can you guess what it is children?

Yes! that's right children.

It had a mustache.

Now this bug eyed freak with a mustache,

Liked to go up and down

escalators for fun.

Like you children do.

Only.

One day.

Little Goodrip had an..

acciideennnt.

Yes children.

Little Goodrip got sucked

into a giant thermostat.

But thats another story.

For another time.

I do hope you enjoyed my little

effort children.

Until next tiiiiimmmeeeeeeeee.

SOMETHING III

What am I to do?

Should I just go up and implode? But then what about all the brain spatter? That wouldn't be very flattering one bit.

Should I just forget lycanthropic terror naught funny punny flower juice sect? Oh god, I really must stop that. It's become more of a habit that a polly wog Frisbee tournament could overtake gingerbread houses.

GAH! NOT AGAIN!

But thats the funny thing. It's not like there's anything wrong. Is there? NAH! I dunno. Why am I even writing this and posting this for the entire universe to see?

Well cause it's crossed out. SO OBVIOUSLY no can see it!