Trumpelstiltskin could buy all
the babies he could eat but then he decided he just wanted to eat John McCain,
who was an old man selling pencils in front of the Jiffy Mart. He followed John McCain home one day but he
never got there because John McCain
lived all the way in Pencilvania. So he
just waited in a nearby alley the next day and got him as he walked to
work. John McCain put up a good fight
and he wiggled and squiggled all the way down.
“That’s what you get for being a
jerk,” Trumpelstiltskin said, licking his chops.
Then Trumpelstiltskin tried to
write The Last of the Mohicans by James Cooper but he couldn’t remember who
Robert Jordan was. Right then
Trumpelstitskin needed to move his bowels and sure enough, out came John McCain
with his dukes up
To be continued…
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