There once was a female donkey named Bill the Man. A child girl named Manly Man Foster-Heimer Boy started throwing cotton candy at Bill the Man. Bill the Man, who was usually a peaceful farmer, ran out with her converse on and teleported into the Arabian Desert-where she was born and raised by a group of nomad Cacti. They licked cheese for a living and had just recently become the National Rifle Association. Bill the Man returned to see his mother, Püplanda the Howler, and brought with him the symbolic gift of his people- a flaming bucket of sauerkraut. His mother reluctantly threw the sauerkraut at her dad Great Yug Poog, and thus he ate the sauerkraut with his pasty eardrums. This act of hatred resurrected the Ghost of Christmas Past who slowly played a soft melody on the piano while reciting ancient Gregorian war chants. While hopping over monkey shoes in Japan, Goose the Quag; lopsided as a muffin basket, starting gobbling on a rooster. Goose the Quag wandered aimlessly around crowded foreign Boulevards searching for a reason to carry on his honey mustard and pumpkin lollie pop addiction. He, however, was forced into rehab by Bill the Man and he has since been having honey-mustard in small, yet satisfying rations. But Bill the Man was secretly a bowl of onion soup and he couldn't handle the pressure from the rainbow muffin clouds. So he shrunk himself and concealed himself in a pool table made of apple juice.
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