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JOE’S STORY BY: Bob
Yo! I Joe. Yippy kai yay! I LOVE to draw my dog, McDonald. He was a dog, until he was not a dog. My dog, aka McDonald, was toasted into a chicken nugget. Guess that means he’s a turkey!

Anyway, i ate his liver in a burgee. Thats what i call a chickie burger. Or it’s a chickie sammich. That’s a chicken sammich. Which is a chicken sandwich. Like me’s language?

Now I’m just-a-walkin’. So can I tell you my life’s story? Your answer doesn’t matter. I’m telling you anyway!

My dad and my mom. Only mom has a name, Karen. My dad is called dad. They both have facial hair. It turned into skin cancer when my dad kissed a Gecko, and my mother, aka Karen, licked my toilet tv in 1776, at the Declaration of Independence ceremony. So, again, they got skin cancer. And despite their medical conditions, they smoked a cigarettes pack. Of course, my dad, Chad (maybe he DID have a name), got black lung, and my mom, who doesn’t have a name, got blown away when she lit the middle of the cigarette. Five seconds ago, she chewed some dynamite. Again, the fire lit the tnt. She threw it up. In midair… BOOM!!!!! Shaka lackaaa! I was so sad, that I sang an angry song. “Happy, happy, happy! I too happy. Sookum, moofgin, gook. Eez whooot me loovv to cook. Me’s wife a shmookee, monkaai, diaper! Love da god!” Juice whipped me in the butt, so I’m not tan anymore. I turning RED!

Have you ever swam in a sink. I did. Only the sink was filled of fookum, shmookum red! Just like me butt! Then i realized… it my blood! I was oozing! Pus, too. It was fun!

Then, XXXTentacion came back from dead. Only, he was a girl! So it was Rihanna. But she never died, so it must be my mom. But next I woke from the dream. If it was just my imagination, I guess triple X is still alive!?!

I gots the mad because, well, dad alive!! But dead, too! “Murder, oh, my god! Cantaloupe! Is a Dino’s egg (ooh, my guy..)” I sang to his head rest. But then he woke up and eat me! I scream and wake from nightmare. A nightmare inside of a dream. Or a dream inside of a nightmare! Or a… I don’t know, a chickie-túrķæy food like my mom, or my dad and dog. You never know? But I so dumb that I’s pickeed nothing! Murder what I got! I hate that!

Oh, hear me’s Instagram post i sent, before me got banned from twitter, and x. Oh, it the same thing.

Frick my Facebook page because I am a super bad singer and I sang a WHOLE album and insulted myself. So, I eat a pickle for breakfast, with mom sauce, freshly squeezed from the spout. Juicy taste. I’m licking my lips for more flavor! Oolahlah! Then, I come back and gun down a demon to eat, so I get sent to heck. Yay! I am home! Swallow me now! Wait, why is my bed shaking ? I’m flying! WEEEEE? Haha! Love me, god! I mean satan, also known as my dad, or stepdad, because Chad is dead! He’s old! Wee-wãœ

Loser Mooser
In 2435, I had an ice cream! Oh wait! That in past or present! I know it not future because it haven’t happened yet, lol! Juicy mooisey in my scoovie! I must have go through power warp and die! Yay!