The following chronicles the Pink Rosettes first invasion of Vesper. Some of the names have been changed to protect the impotent.
Daddy Long Area (not Kyle) also known as Sex Offender, and Long Area Jon Shaurette Clear (not Nick) also known as Mr. Happy Pants, decided after much mastication that today would be the day that the Pink Rosettes invaded Vesper, also knownas the juicetarded town for juicetards, except they don't desrve to have juice be in their towns name becuase juice is sooo yummy.
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The flatuent duo picked their direction (but no their friends direction) and rodes their mighty Steves the opposite way of Vesper, thusly, riding all the way around the world and smack bad in the outdresses of Vesper (one couldn't almost make the arument that they took the right Vesp-Area, haha)
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Sex Offender and Mr. Happy Pants wasted no time in going into a lo(w) cal(orie) place of business and absorbed all but some of the establishments heat that was keeping the Vesparians cool on this cold summer night in the before evening.
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The two rosettes saw a sign that said restrooms and an arrow pointing to the door. The door led to a storeroom. The discovery?? That Vespians like to relieve themselves in cold rooms surrounded by candy bars, and cartons of milk from 1983. Well, I guess it isn't much of a discovery, because... who doesn't?
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After making a mess in the store room, the invaders spied the cheap Vespian (almost sounds like lesbian) juice imitation. Kyle and Nick, eer I mean Sex Offender and Mr. Happy Pants, quickly quickly disposed of the clear liquid through a crevice in their heads.
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Next Mr Happy Pants spat in a locale reservoir of the cheap Vesparian juice imitation, contaminating the townsfolk's drinking liquid with his strange STD'd (Spat Transmitted Diseases)
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In the invasions exiting conclusion, the invading pear (or orange) went to WENCH's and found out that Vesper's iced cream tastes like poo. After eating out the whole establishments iced cream supply (to ensure that no Rudolphian will be forced to it's sweet grossness), we.. or they decided to go back to Rudolph.
CONCLUSION - Vesper sucks so hard I can't hardly (un)even bejuice it. RUDOLPH ROCKS (eer like, stones... or boulders)
