And now, a piece from our Guest contributor: Flavvius Vffffft
We set our scene here in rural Humpyev. A Ghumadan by the name of ▓ is languishing in a Humpyevian prison for a crime he most certainly committed. He was found guilty by the Humpyevian legal tapeworm (more on that later) of gazing at the bare wrists of the First Lady of Humpyev, Gary Muffalarp (Who happens to also be his own husband, Gary Muffalarp, President of Humpyev. Isn't that weird?), and was sentenced to a minimum security prison out in the middle of nowhere. However, Gary Muffalarp pulled a few strings and got ▓ a nice prison out in the country where the migrant workers from Gordhongo sit on logs and contemplate life. Gary Muffalarp secretly enjoyed the attention that ▓ gave him (or her), and wanted to reward ▓ with a cushier prison. While there, ▓ entered the prison for the first time. He found not a metal incarceration space with a lot of men with sharp things, but an old porta potty with a padlock on the front. Near the front, a man sitting on a stool, and wearing a utility belt stared off in space. ▓ approached.
Where ▓ is imprisoned. It's pretty nice, isn't it?
"Hi, what's your name?" ▓ would have said had he spoken English. Gordonghans aren't known to speak English.
"Jingle Jangle" replied the man.
"Where am I then?" ▓ asked.
"Jingle Jangle" replied the man.
By now, it might be useful for some more background. The man we know as Jingle Jangle never bothered to learn any language. He was so bad in school, that he was sent immediately to the only job he would ever know: Minimum Security Prison Warden. It was here, he finally learned to speak, but only in the language of the keys which constantly jingled on his belt. Keys were his everything, and he couldn't sleep without putting his keys on his rabid badger so that he could be lulled into sleep by the beautiful tones of the keys set to uncontrollable and rabies-induced rhythms.
"Can you say anything besides Jingle Jangle?" ▓ asked.
"Jingle Jangle" replied Jingle Jangle.
"Okay, this will be awful" ▓ replied.
Jingle Jangle couldn't understand how ▓ couldn't understand him. It so turned out that the finer points of the intonation and pitch were lost on untrained ears.
As soon as ▓ was put on his mandatory leash inside the porta potty, he thought of escape. Actually, I lied. He only seriously contemplated it after Day 10. During this time, he thought about the situation that led to his incarceration.
*<i> Cue Flashback </i>*
Soon after ▓ became a suspect, he knew what was coming. The legal system of Humpyev is too complicated to explain at this very moment, but in ▓'s case, he was subjected to the legal tapeworm. He was forced to eat supposedly infected meat, and wait for a few months. A few months after eating the meat, his digestive tract would be examined, and if a tapeworm were found, it would be removed. This was an automatic guilty sentence since it is common knowledge that tapeworms will only reside in the intestinal tracts of people who are guilty of crimes. Thus, he was sent on his way, but not before a little more wrist-gazing at Garry Muffalarp's wife.
*<i> End Flashback </i>*
Now, ▓ formulated his plan for escape. While Jingle Jangle slept, ▓ would steal his precious keys from the rabid badger after wrestling it into submission, then he would unlock his leash and run like the wind.
Within a few hours, Jingle Jangle was out like a dog on 50 liters of morphine. The rabid badger was furiously shaking, making the eternal jingle jangle of the keys. ▓ quietly tiptoed outside, and wrestled the rabid badger, whose mouth foamed like a glass of freshly shaken Hoogleberry Juice. He grabbed the keys, and started to reach for his leash, but Jingle Jangle awoke from his sleep and put ▓ back in his place.
What ▓ didn't know was that Jingle Jangle's dependency on the keys was so bad that he would awaken when he couldn't subconsciously hear them anymore. ▓, now with this knowledge, devised a plan.
The next night, he tiptoed out after Jingle Jangle fell asleep. He wrestled with the rabid badger again, but made sure to win faster this time. As soon as he won, he began the risky part of his operation. Since he needed to keep the keys still for unlocking his leash, he yelled "Jingle Jangle Jingle Jangle Jingle Jangle Jingle Jangle" over and over again until he heard the click of the unlocking. He quickly put the keys back on the rabid badger, and shimmied his way to freedom. Now he could begin his new adventures.
Continued Next Time! If there is a next time! It's all really unsure now! Maybe if you guys donated some cold hard cash, or just a few cups of pork grinds, I could then complete the rest of this historical account. Being a historian doesn't pay much. Maybe my parents were right when they said I should be more practical and join the clown wrestling under my stage name Bobo the Executioner.
--- Flavvius Vffffft
This is Jingle Jangle's rabid badger who manages his keys at night. I think his name is Henry or something.
Gandhi's Lover
By M'Moon'Goon Hagoony
Juicy flarlegrams were falling from the ceiling. Then the
last one came, and they all disappeared. In the end, Gordon Gordon concluded
that Gandhi was having an affair with him. He called Gandhi and told him that
he wanted to meet up at Sirachi’s Guadalupe Grill tonight. Gandhi said
he would make reservations.
At the resteraunt, Gandhi greeted Gordon Gordon with some
rotting flowers, because he couldn’t afford the good ones. Gordon Gordon
thanked him and then they ate a feast, which Gandhi paid for with a “special
dance” for the owner of the restaurant. Afterwards, Gordon Gordon and Gandhi
went to Guadalupe’s church for a very exciting night.
And now, a piece from our Guest contributor: Flavvius Vffffft
We set our scene here in rural Humpyev. A Ghumadan by the name of ▓ is languishing in a Humpyevian prison for a crime he most certainly committed. He was found guilty by the Humpyevian legal tapeworm (more on that later) of gazing at the bare wrists of the First Lady of Humpyev, Gary Muffalarp (Who happens to also be his own husband, Gary Muffalarp, President of Humpyev. Isn't that weird?), and was sentenced to a minimum security prison out in the middle of nowhere. However, Gary Muffalarp pulled a few strings and got ▓ a nice prison out in the country where the migrant workers from Gordhongo sit on logs and contemplate life. Gary Muffalarp secretly enjoyed the attention that ▓ gave him (or her), and wanted to reward ▓ with a cushier prison. While there, ▓ entered the prison for the first time. He found not a metal incarceration space with a lot of men with sharp things, but an old porta potty with a padlock on the front. Near the front, a man sitting on a stool, and wearing a utility belt stared off in space. ▓ approached.
We set our scene here in rural Humpyev. A Ghumadan by the name of ▓ is languishing in a Humpyevian prison for a crime he most certainly committed. He was found guilty by the Humpyevian legal tapeworm (more on that later) of gazing at the bare wrists of the First Lady of Humpyev, Gary Muffalarp (Who happens to also be his own husband, Gary Muffalarp, President of Humpyev. Isn't that weird?), and was sentenced to a minimum security prison out in the middle of nowhere. However, Gary Muffalarp pulled a few strings and got ▓ a nice prison out in the country where the migrant workers from Gordhongo sit on logs and contemplate life. Gary Muffalarp secretly enjoyed the attention that ▓ gave him (or her), and wanted to reward ▓ with a cushier prison. While there, ▓ entered the prison for the first time. He found not a metal incarceration space with a lot of men with sharp things, but an old porta potty with a padlock on the front. Near the front, a man sitting on a stool, and wearing a utility belt stared off in space. ▓ approached.
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| Where ▓ is imprisoned. It's pretty nice, isn't it? |
"Hi, what's your name?" ▓ would have said had he spoken English. Gordonghans aren't known to speak English.
"Jingle Jangle" replied the man.
"Where am I then?" ▓ asked.
"Jingle Jangle" replied the man.
By now, it might be useful for some more background. The man we know as Jingle Jangle never bothered to learn any language. He was so bad in school, that he was sent immediately to the only job he would ever know: Minimum Security Prison Warden. It was here, he finally learned to speak, but only in the language of the keys which constantly jingled on his belt. Keys were his everything, and he couldn't sleep without putting his keys on his rabid badger so that he could be lulled into sleep by the beautiful tones of the keys set to uncontrollable and rabies-induced rhythms.
"Can you say anything besides Jingle Jangle?" ▓ asked.
"Jingle Jangle" replied Jingle Jangle.
"Okay, this will be awful" ▓ replied.
Jingle Jangle couldn't understand how ▓ couldn't understand him. It so turned out that the finer points of the intonation and pitch were lost on untrained ears.
As soon as ▓ was put on his mandatory leash inside the porta potty, he thought of escape. Actually, I lied. He only seriously contemplated it after Day 10. During this time, he thought about the situation that led to his incarceration.
*<i> Cue Flashback </i>*
Soon after ▓ became a suspect, he knew what was coming. The legal system of Humpyev is too complicated to explain at this very moment, but in ▓'s case, he was subjected to the legal tapeworm. He was forced to eat supposedly infected meat, and wait for a few months. A few months after eating the meat, his digestive tract would be examined, and if a tapeworm were found, it would be removed. This was an automatic guilty sentence since it is common knowledge that tapeworms will only reside in the intestinal tracts of people who are guilty of crimes. Thus, he was sent on his way, but not before a little more wrist-gazing at Garry Muffalarp's wife.
*<i> End Flashback </i>*
Now, ▓ formulated his plan for escape. While Jingle Jangle slept, ▓ would steal his precious keys from the rabid badger after wrestling it into submission, then he would unlock his leash and run like the wind.
Within a few hours, Jingle Jangle was out like a dog on 50 liters of morphine. The rabid badger was furiously shaking, making the eternal jingle jangle of the keys. ▓ quietly tiptoed outside, and wrestled the rabid badger, whose mouth foamed like a glass of freshly shaken Hoogleberry Juice. He grabbed the keys, and started to reach for his leash, but Jingle Jangle awoke from his sleep and put ▓ back in his place.
What ▓ didn't know was that Jingle Jangle's dependency on the keys was so bad that he would awaken when he couldn't subconsciously hear them anymore. ▓, now with this knowledge, devised a plan.
The next night, he tiptoed out after Jingle Jangle fell asleep. He wrestled with the rabid badger again, but made sure to win faster this time. As soon as he won, he began the risky part of his operation. Since he needed to keep the keys still for unlocking his leash, he yelled "Jingle Jangle Jingle Jangle Jingle Jangle Jingle Jangle" over and over again until he heard the click of the unlocking. He quickly put the keys back on the rabid badger, and shimmied his way to freedom. Now he could begin his new adventures.
Continued Next Time! If there is a next time! It's all really unsure now! Maybe if you guys donated some cold hard cash, or just a few cups of pork grinds, I could then complete the rest of this historical account. Being a historian doesn't pay much. Maybe my parents were right when they said I should be more practical and join the clown wrestling under my stage name Bobo the Executioner.
--- Flavvius Vffffft
"Jingle Jangle" replied Jingle Jangle.
"Okay, this will be awful" ▓ replied.
Jingle Jangle couldn't understand how ▓ couldn't understand him. It so turned out that the finer points of the intonation and pitch were lost on untrained ears.
As soon as ▓ was put on his mandatory leash inside the porta potty, he thought of escape. Actually, I lied. He only seriously contemplated it after Day 10. During this time, he thought about the situation that led to his incarceration.
*<i> Cue Flashback </i>*
Soon after ▓ became a suspect, he knew what was coming. The legal system of Humpyev is too complicated to explain at this very moment, but in ▓'s case, he was subjected to the legal tapeworm. He was forced to eat supposedly infected meat, and wait for a few months. A few months after eating the meat, his digestive tract would be examined, and if a tapeworm were found, it would be removed. This was an automatic guilty sentence since it is common knowledge that tapeworms will only reside in the intestinal tracts of people who are guilty of crimes. Thus, he was sent on his way, but not before a little more wrist-gazing at Garry Muffalarp's wife.
*<i> End Flashback </i>*
Now, ▓ formulated his plan for escape. While Jingle Jangle slept, ▓ would steal his precious keys from the rabid badger after wrestling it into submission, then he would unlock his leash and run like the wind.
Within a few hours, Jingle Jangle was out like a dog on 50 liters of morphine. The rabid badger was furiously shaking, making the eternal jingle jangle of the keys. ▓ quietly tiptoed outside, and wrestled the rabid badger, whose mouth foamed like a glass of freshly shaken Hoogleberry Juice. He grabbed the keys, and started to reach for his leash, but Jingle Jangle awoke from his sleep and put ▓ back in his place.
What ▓ didn't know was that Jingle Jangle's dependency on the keys was so bad that he would awaken when he couldn't subconsciously hear them anymore. ▓, now with this knowledge, devised a plan.
The next night, he tiptoed out after Jingle Jangle fell asleep. He wrestled with the rabid badger again, but made sure to win faster this time. As soon as he won, he began the risky part of his operation. Since he needed to keep the keys still for unlocking his leash, he yelled "Jingle Jangle Jingle Jangle Jingle Jangle Jingle Jangle" over and over again until he heard the click of the unlocking. He quickly put the keys back on the rabid badger, and shimmied his way to freedom. Now he could begin his new adventures.
Continued Next Time! If there is a next time! It's all really unsure now! Maybe if you guys donated some cold hard cash, or just a few cups of pork grinds, I could then complete the rest of this historical account. Being a historian doesn't pay much. Maybe my parents were right when they said I should be more practical and join the clown wrestling under my stage name Bobo the Executioner.
--- Flavvius Vffffft
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| This is Jingle Jangle's rabid badger who manages his keys at night. I think his name is Henry or something. |
Gandhi's Lover
At the resteraunt, Gandhi greeted Gordon Gordon with some
rotting flowers, because he couldn’t afford the good ones. Gordon Gordon
thanked him and then they ate a feast, which Gandhi paid for with a “special
dance” for the owner of the restaurant. Afterwards, Gordon Gordon and Gandhi
went to Guadalupe’s church for a very exciting night.Two Popsicle-like Uncles
GGFDSFing to the Beat
- a short story
by Flagoone Smagoone Hagoone B
Mohammed Bin Laden was thinking about Gargling Sky Dinger again. Gargling was a zebra-like gigantic crusty squid that just swallowed 6 and a half golf balls with bigfoot-like flarvles and kangaroo-like sparkplugs.
Mohammed walked over to the window and reflected on her miserable surroundings. She had always hated crusty Land of Misery with its plastic, plain parks. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel duck-like.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a zebra-like figure of Gargling Sky Dinger.
Mohammed gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a dog-like, hamster-like, crusty paint drinker with feathery flarvles and porcupine-like sparkplugs. Her friends saw her as a clever, charming crusty spoon of misery. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a spicy Crusty French Fry.
But not even a dog-like person who had once made a cup of tea for a spicy Crusty French Fry, was prepared for what Gargling had in store today.
The transparent teased like porcupining Guadalupe, making Mohammed John. Mohammed grabbed a like Gordon Gordon's 16th wife crusty spoon that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Mohammed stepped outside and Gargling came closer, she could see the victorious smile on his face.
"I am here because I want a couple of slaves," Gargling bellowed, in a rabbit-like tone. He slammed his fist against Mohammed's chest, with the force of 929 yellow banded. "I frigging love you, Mohammed Bin Laden."
Mohammed looked back, even more John and still fingering the like Gordon Gordon's 16th wife crusty spoon. "Gargling, Is that real leather," she replied.
They looked at each other with porcupine-like feelings, like two abundant, anxious angry demon dismantling human bodies at a very Gordon Gordon-like Party that Gordon Gordon threw to assasinate his mom's friend's sister, which had caterpillar music playing in the background and two popsicle-like uncles GGFDSFing to the beat.
Mohammed studied Gargling's bigfoot-like flarvles and kangaroo-like sparkplugs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a couple of slaves," she explained, in pitying tones.
Gargling looked cricket-like, his body raw like a handsome, homeless hovering button with potholes.
Mohammed could actually hear Gargling's body shatter into 380 pieces. Then the zebra-like gigantic crusty squid that just swallowed 6 and a half golf balls hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of crusty paint would calm Mohammed's nerves tonight.
THE END
Formation of the Universe
by O'Glasco P'dasco
A long, long time ago in a deadly, deadly galaxy...
After leaving the sticky planet Gronland, a group of wild bonogs fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a squeamish, space wigwam.
Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Muhammad Bin Laden, a lickable dong capable of pencil-snatching and even sheep-shearing.
Terrified, an unkempt troll known as Craigi Osis flees the Empire, with her protector, Hurdy Gurdy.
They head for Hiroshinya on the planet Antarctica. When they finally arrive, a fight breaks out. Gurdy uses his deadly melting icicle to defend Craigi.
Gurdy and Troll Craigi decide it's time to leave Antarctica and steal a slurpmobile to shoot their way out.
They encounter a tribe of bodily fluid drinking uncles. Gurdy is attacked and the troll is captured by the bodily fluid drinking uncles and taken back to Hiroshinya.
Gurdy must fight to save Troll Craigi but when he accidentally unearths a dangling tender sausage, the entire future of the deadly, sticky galaxy is at stake.
Mohammed Bin Laden was thinking about Gargling Sky Dinger again. Gargling was a zebra-like gigantic crusty squid that just swallowed 6 and a half golf balls with bigfoot-like flarvles and kangaroo-like sparkplugs.
Mohammed walked over to the window and reflected on her miserable surroundings. She had always hated crusty Land of Misery with its plastic, plain parks. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel duck-like.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a zebra-like figure of Gargling Sky Dinger.
Mohammed gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a dog-like, hamster-like, crusty paint drinker with feathery flarvles and porcupine-like sparkplugs. Her friends saw her as a clever, charming crusty spoon of misery. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a spicy Crusty French Fry.
But not even a dog-like person who had once made a cup of tea for a spicy Crusty French Fry, was prepared for what Gargling had in store today.
The transparent teased like porcupining Guadalupe, making Mohammed John. Mohammed grabbed a like Gordon Gordon's 16th wife crusty spoon that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Mohammed stepped outside and Gargling came closer, she could see the victorious smile on his face.
"I am here because I want a couple of slaves," Gargling bellowed, in a rabbit-like tone. He slammed his fist against Mohammed's chest, with the force of 929 yellow banded. "I frigging love you, Mohammed Bin Laden."
Mohammed looked back, even more John and still fingering the like Gordon Gordon's 16th wife crusty spoon. "Gargling, Is that real leather," she replied.
They looked at each other with porcupine-like feelings, like two abundant, anxious angry demon dismantling human bodies at a very Gordon Gordon-like Party that Gordon Gordon threw to assasinate his mom's friend's sister, which had caterpillar music playing in the background and two popsicle-like uncles GGFDSFing to the beat.
Mohammed studied Gargling's bigfoot-like flarvles and kangaroo-like sparkplugs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a couple of slaves," she explained, in pitying tones.
Gargling looked cricket-like, his body raw like a handsome, homeless hovering button with potholes.
Mohammed could actually hear Gargling's body shatter into 380 pieces. Then the zebra-like gigantic crusty squid that just swallowed 6 and a half golf balls hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of crusty paint would calm Mohammed's nerves tonight.
THE END Mohammed walked over to the window and reflected on her miserable surroundings. She had always hated crusty Land of Misery with its plastic, plain parks. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel duck-like.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a zebra-like figure of Gargling Sky Dinger.
Mohammed gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a dog-like, hamster-like, crusty paint drinker with feathery flarvles and porcupine-like sparkplugs. Her friends saw her as a clever, charming crusty spoon of misery. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a spicy Crusty French Fry.
But not even a dog-like person who had once made a cup of tea for a spicy Crusty French Fry, was prepared for what Gargling had in store today.
The transparent teased like porcupining Guadalupe, making Mohammed John. Mohammed grabbed a like Gordon Gordon's 16th wife crusty spoon that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Mohammed stepped outside and Gargling came closer, she could see the victorious smile on his face.
"I am here because I want a couple of slaves," Gargling bellowed, in a rabbit-like tone. He slammed his fist against Mohammed's chest, with the force of 929 yellow banded. "I frigging love you, Mohammed Bin Laden."
Mohammed looked back, even more John and still fingering the like Gordon Gordon's 16th wife crusty spoon. "Gargling, Is that real leather," she replied.
They looked at each other with porcupine-like feelings, like two abundant, anxious angry demon dismantling human bodies at a very Gordon Gordon-like Party that Gordon Gordon threw to assasinate his mom's friend's sister, which had caterpillar music playing in the background and two popsicle-like uncles GGFDSFing to the beat.
Mohammed studied Gargling's bigfoot-like flarvles and kangaroo-like sparkplugs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a couple of slaves," she explained, in pitying tones.
Gargling looked cricket-like, his body raw like a handsome, homeless hovering button with potholes.
Mohammed could actually hear Gargling's body shatter into 380 pieces. Then the zebra-like gigantic crusty squid that just swallowed 6 and a half golf balls hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of crusty paint would calm Mohammed's nerves tonight.
Formation of the Universe
The following text is the inspiring legend that has shaped the entire Ghumada culture. Any follower of the Ghuddist faith must know this sacred story that has been passed down for trillions of years.
Crusty French Fry
- a lost Ghumada novel
by Jaquilian P-Sullivan VVVVVVVVVVI
Crusty French Fry is an obese and obese orphan raised by a obese and obese prostitute. Eventually he gets a job working as a cow molester for the obese Lady Gobble of Gobble Enchanting tower of doom. The unlikely couple rapidly succumb to a disgusting passion.
On the day of their wedding, a obese banana harvester of doom escapes from the attic of Gobble Enchanting tower of doom and starts a fire. Believing that Lady Gobble is dead, Crusty flees from the church and wanders the terrifying moors for days until he is rescued by a hungry member of the KKK.
However, although Lady Gobble is blinded by the fire, she still breathes. Without Crusty she becomes obese and obese. She turns to alcohol for comfort. The ghost of the banana harvester of doom from the attic haunts her.
Meanwhile, thinking Lady Gobble is dead, Crusty accepts a marriage proposal from his saviour, the member of the KKK. However, one night he believes he can hear Lady Gobble calling, "Crusty, where are you? Crusty come home!" and he returns to Gobble Enchanting tower of doom.
On Crusty's return, he finds Lady Gobble drunk and without sight. Mistaking him for the ghost of the obese banana harvester of doom, she attacks him with a protractor and Crusty French Fry dies.
As she attends to the body, Lady Gobble realises what she has done. Driven mad with guilt, she hatches a plan to destroy the next generation, but there is no next generation and she dies of consumption two weeks later.
Mohammed Bin Laden was the sacred founder of Ghuddism. his love life was as bumpy as a spicy fleece in the drying machine, as they say. Here, the events of his early years have been put into chronological order.
Mohammed and Stringy Pasta
- a Ghumada romance
by Patricia Marmin
Mohammed Bin Laden is a similar to a terrorist, cucumber and devious cucumber molester from Tasty Cucumber Farm. Her life is going nowhere until she meets Stringy Pasta Molester, a cucumber, cucumber woman with a passion for terrorism.
Mohammed takes an instant disliking to Stringy Pasta and the terrorist and KKK ways she learnt during her years in Finger Licker Hills.
However, when a cucumber molester tries to fling Mohammed, Stringy Pasta springs to the rescue. Mohammed begins to notices that Stringy Pasta is actually rather cucumber farmer at heart.
But, the pressures of Stringy Pasta's job as a terrorist leave her blind to Mohammed's affections and Mohammed takes up communism to try an distract herself.
Finally, when 458 finger lickers member of the Illuminati, Osama Bin Fladen, threatens to come between them, Stringy Pasta has to act fast. But will they ever find the too many terrorists love that they deserve?
Mohammed Bin Laden is a similar to a terrorist, cucumber and devious cucumber molester from Tasty Cucumber Farm. Her life is going nowhere until she meets Stringy Pasta Molester, a cucumber, cucumber woman with a passion for terrorism.
Mohammed takes an instant disliking to Stringy Pasta and the terrorist and KKK ways she learnt during her years in Finger Licker Hills.
However, when a cucumber molester tries to fling Mohammed, Stringy Pasta springs to the rescue. Mohammed begins to notices that Stringy Pasta is actually rather cucumber farmer at heart.
But, the pressures of Stringy Pasta's job as a terrorist leave her blind to Mohammed's affections and Mohammed takes up communism to try an distract herself.
Finally, when 458 finger lickers member of the Illuminati, Osama Bin Fladen, threatens to come between them, Stringy Pasta has to act fast. But will they ever find the too many terrorists love that they deserve?
The Hairy Stranger
- a mystery
by 98547-98844*//
The hairy, hairy town of Washington DC holds a secret.
Mohammed Bin Laden has the perfect life working as a stylist in the city and haircut with his hairy girlfriend, Barack Obama.
However, when he finds a hairy scissors in his cellar, he begins to realise that things are not quite as they seem in the Bin Laden family.
A haircut leaves Mohammed with some startling questions about his past, and he sets off to slimy Washington DC to find some answers.
At first the people of Washington DC are hairy and hairy. He is intrigued by the curiously hairy stylist, Joe Biden. However, after she introduces him to hard hair, Mohammed slowly finds himself drawn into a web of fwtghgh, sdfyyyy and perhaps, even dsfbbhhy.
Can Mohammed resist the charms of Joe Biden and uncover the secret of the hairy scissors before it's too late, or will his demise become yet another Washington DC legend?
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