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Stan
By Stray
Once upon a time, a man wrote a story that didn't start with 'once upon a time', because Heaven forbid humanity should screw with conventional story writing means. Anyway, this guy had a name. His name was Guadolupe Brown, but his friends called him Stan. Stan had a problem. He had an addiction. Mr. Brown could not go twenty-four hours without watching Golden Girls. However, he had a doctor who was inventing a drug that could tame his obsession. His doctor was a cat. Dr. KittyLitterMeowMeow. Dr. KittyLitterMeowMeow like to eat dog meat, because it made her feel powerful. Her husband, a world renowned bio-chemist, was deeply disturbed by his wife's canine flesh problem. He just so happened to be a Great Dane. Together, he and Dr. KittyLitterMeowMeow had three gorgeous children. They were named Ralph, Randi, and Raul. They were Bottlenose Dolphins who lived in the Arctic Ocean with Paul and Bob, the Narwhal brothers. These were craƶy frat Narwhals who were drunk 24/7, which is difficult to accomplish when you live in the middle of the sea, with a limited supply of alcohol. Ralph, Randi, Raul, Paul, and Bob were are certifiably insane. One time, they decided to take a trip to land. So, they swam to Australia, and soon found themselves at P. Sherman 42, Wallaby Way, in Sydney. While there, they realized that they hadn't seen a dentist in...well, forever. So, they went to see a dentist. When they got there, they saw a fish tank. In it was a small Clownfish. He was banging his little tri-colored, stripy body against the wall shouting "Daddydaddydaddy!". Raul was hungry. Raul ate Nemo. Paul slapped Raul. Marlin cried. Dory forgot her name. She forget how to swim, and then how to breathe. She drifted into the motor of a nearby boat. This made Marlin kinda sad, so he dressed up like a clown and swam across the Pacific singing 'Happy Birthday'. Meanwhile, Obama had just been assassinated* by Kim Kardashian. He was then resuscitated by Mitt Romney. The Clintons were disgusted by Romney's political gallantry, so they paid Sarah Palin to capture him and send him on a one way flight to Jamaica (I'm sure this had nothing to do with the upcoming election). She did so, but Bristol felt bad for him, so she took Tripp and went to Jamaica to rescue Romney. There, all three were eaten by man/woman/child/politician eating tigers. They had been genetically engineered by Justin Bieber, who had recently come out about his gender, revealing himself to be a MtF Transgender. He would late marry Ellen DeGeneres. This marriage was extremely controversial, as people argued that Bieber was not truly a woman, and DeGeneres must therefore not really be gay. This led to the couple's divorce in 2017. Their adopted daughter, Honey Boo Boo, was relinquished to the care of our good friend, Stan.
*I'm not planning to assassinate the President. That would be bad. And murder. And treason. And I think it might even be illegal.
Okay, side note. There's this student teacher in our Algebra class, and he is just OxygenMagnesium H-A-W-T HAWT! And so today there were like...big numbers. And then he said something about Pascal's Triangle, whatever that is, and so I was like 'Ooo what's that?' and so he was like 'Oh, I have it on my phone, I can show you if you want.' And I'm just like *noddynoddynoddydrools* so he comes over, and he's like leaning on me and showing me this numbery triangle and explaining it and I'm just like 'Uh huh.' 'Ohhh' 'I get it' 'Cool' and etc. And then I was just like with the angels.