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| All for a cup of sugar... |
| THE PIMP VAN STRIKES BACK! |
| by jakeFuNC |
| Many days passed, and we feasted upon the sugar horde as if it would never end, forever ectasty. (what is this?) |
| But then it struck, like ravenous chickens at a lone sack of seed. There was no more sugar horde. All: Damn it! Paul:"Jake! Go find sugar!" Jake:"Make me." As I flew out the window I realized my brother's immense strength and decided it would be a good ideato avoid him as much as possible. But then my mind switched to my new task: Find sugar. How was I to do this? On my first journey I destroyed a house and became quite tired, and I walked back to the house in shame, with not a pinch of sugar. Then it struck me: use the pimp van. Now for all of you who don't know, the "pimp van" is a 1991 Dodge Caravan (way before they added curves) thats main feature is good gas mileage, above-average seating, and a BEASTLY V-6 ENGINE!!! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! And it's light-blue. So I set off on my new journey. I only had two neighbors left to ask, so I went for the closer one. Enh, accidentally drove in his yard. Neighbor: YOU IDIOT! WHAT'S YOUR PROMBLEM? Jake:"Well, need some sugar." Neighbor: THEN WHY DID YOU DRIVE ON MY LAWN? Jake:"It was shorter." Neighbor:WELL.... Get off my property! Jake:"But I need some sugar." Neighbor: Get away! Jake:"Fine." I'm not for sure what happened then. |
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