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Okay, so it's not. Would this be some sort of paradoxal situation? Frankly, I like to say the word frank. Saying it would cost 55 franks to buy a frankfurter in frankfurt would be an awesome sentance.
Anyway, this is supposed to be a story of some sort, so first we need a main character, or for you layman-illiterate, a "protagonist." His name shall be Charles, the Mailman.
One day Charles the Stapler went down the street to buy a frankfurter.
(I thought you said he was a mailman!)
SHUT UP! That was Jose, by the way, he likes to yell at me in German. Don't mind him, he's impotent.
Anyway, back to the story. Charles was walking down the frankfurter one day, and as he went up to buy the street, bobbie the sad little puppy came up and asked him a question.
Bobbie asked if he would allow him to go to the store, and if she could also buy her a small change purse for him. He agreed, but only if she would buy her a pizza to go along with his gift.
This is the part of the story where I like to say phut really loud.
[in a really loud voice] PHUT!!!
Didja like those little straight little parenthasis things? I think they are called brackets or something. Braces are also neat. They hurt though.
Okay, back to the story. Charles was sick of Bobbie's complaining so he kicked her in the groin and sent her in a tissue box to Rotorura, New Zealand (it stinks there, really it does. Cool luge rides though..)
Right. Anyway, the moral of this story is never try to build a robot out of ice cream. The pantyhose always gets in the way.
THE END. Fin or whatever. You get the picture. so stop reading darnit!!
Okay, so it's not. Would this be some sort of paradoxal situation? Frankly, I like to say the word frank. Saying it would cost 55 franks to buy a frankfurter in frankfurt would be an awesome sentance.
Anyway, this is supposed to be a story of some sort, so first we need a main character, or for you layman-illiterate, a "protagonist." His name shall be Charles, the Mailman.
One day Charles the Stapler went down the street to buy a frankfurter.
(I thought you said he was a mailman!)
SHUT UP! That was Jose, by the way, he likes to yell at me in German. Don't mind him, he's impotent.
Anyway, back to the story. Charles was walking down the frankfurter one day, and as he went up to buy the street, bobbie the sad little puppy came up and asked him a question.
Bobbie asked if he would allow him to go to the store, and if she could also buy her a small change purse for him. He agreed, but only if she would buy her a pizza to go along with his gift.
This is the part of the story where I like to say phut really loud.
[in a really loud voice] PHUT!!!
Didja like those little straight little parenthasis things? I think they are called brackets or something. Braces are also neat. They hurt though.
Okay, back to the story. Charles was sick of Bobbie's complaining so he kicked her in the groin and sent her in a tissue box to Rotorura, New Zealand (it stinks there, really it does. Cool luge rides though..)
Right. Anyway, the moral of this story is never try to build a robot out of ice cream. The pantyhose always gets in the way.
THE END. Fin or whatever. You get the picture. so stop reading darnit!!