Close your eyes. Imagine that you're sitting in a room with Gnome and I while Gnome sips his green tea with spiced chai flavoring. (If you actually closed your eyes, you're a milky licking idiot who doesn't deserve welfare like gnome and I do.) The computer gave us the AOL ringtone of e-mails and we were startled because we were watching Rosebuds Return. We were so disappointed with the ending because neither of us knew about Nicholas Cage being the daughter at the end of the movie, I'm so sorry that I spoiled the ending for you. Anyways, we went and saw the message from Chris Christie, our beloved governor. http://i.imgur.com/xNugx.jpg Pic related, it's him. We needed to stop a new villain that had recently teamed up with Blimpus. Mr. Who. Mr. Who had been corrupted by the dark energies of blimpus and his inflatable animals that save him with ropes, and he was well aware of his powers at the time. Mr. Who was one of the greatest time traveling super hero and he saves the lives of different people when he goes. We had to storm the beaches of Normandy again to gain access to Britain. We went through the sewer pipes and we had found a secret entrance to parlament, we found disks containing videos of blimpus literally face fucking Mr. Who and peeing in his conker hole. We were very displeased by this reality that we had realized and we called upon our newest ally, gnomes dog, tissue, we used it to sniff out where Mr. Who was and we found him right then and there with his pants down. We then held onto him and we were teleported to a different time zone. Mr. Who teleported us to 1923 Puerto Rico where we saw a few poor mexicans feeding chickens and churning butter, we then tried to tell Mr. Who that we needed to come home but instead he told us we needed to get special chickens to power his watch again, we told Mr. Who that we found the chicken and we used tissues instead, although gnome was very sad at the end of this trip, we got him a new pet. A moose named Smith.
After we had returned from our time traveling journey from Mr. Who we found out where Blimpus was hiding because we gave Mr.Who an obsscene amount of buttplugs inside is snatchpipe. He was very red afterword and we rewarded him by bleaching the inside of his asshole, which resulted in bleach going directly into his bloodstream, which resulted his death, tragic really. As I saw Gnome prepare a saddle for his new stead, we realized how much of a hassle having a moose pet would be. But then we realised that we had our pshco butler Micheal Andersen and he was 10x better than Ad-I mean Noah. (He's also more loose too, if you catch my drift.) We fit the moose into our house and he had made himself a home inside of our basement, which isn't much considering that adding a pet to our house raised our ghetto capitalist funds from big momma government. I love the way the american tax system works and how they count meese for children, who woulda thunk? I've recently encouraged Gnome to become a lion tamer soon. As of now, I will post if anything were to happen if Blimpus returns to this world with a vengeance.
