Don’t ask me why, this touched walrus was driving a rad Type R, running E-85 smashed of his rocker. I screamed madness as he ran into a telephone pole. As oxification started emanating from the hood, the touched walrus stumbled out of the car yelling vandersnatch. The walrus explained that he hit the telephone pole because he was playing Mario party while driving. I screamed lies! I watched the walrus stumble to a convenience store to find it was open. The walrus yelled sweet as he entered to use the commode. Two police cars pulled up, an S.I. and a G.S.P. with V-tec engines. As he stepped out while pulling up his britches and huffing the fiz rising from his soda, the walrus realized the position he was in and sarcastically yelled spoon! The walrus all of a sudden started feeling off, and spewed a wave of vomit all over the pavement. If I was one of those fish that flew out of his mouth, that would have been a rad ride.
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