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Why is there no one playing this game at night? I have a theory: They are all
microscopic insects that live in my navel fluff. They secretly come out at night and
eat me up as if I were an ice cream sundae on a smoldering sunny day. If this happens, I will
shoot lazer beams out of my
fingertips, so you'd better watch out when I start pointing at you. I continued walking down the street and saw
George W. Bush, who walked into a glass door and had to be hospitalized for stupidity.
