HeyO, I wanted to say hello. Today was a normal day...I worked, had trail mix(since no one else eats it) and went home. Regular day...but as the day progressed I thought about some random things...mostly random words. SO be before leaving work I was hit with a shot of motivation ...in my butt...Therefore I came up with an idea to put together these random words and make a story. Genius! or just another way to pass the time(fyi, i dont believe in time(fyi I dont believe in believing)). So lets get started, recipe for random story: T-Rex, Porcupine, salad, flowers(yea a guy that thinks about flowers), diarrhea, tornado, high five, tires, and cheese. Let's do this.
In a place far far away, but not too far. We don't want to get lost during this short story. There once lived a dinosaur (at least we will call him a dinosaur, there were no other creatures like him, but I don't wanna call him a Unicorn) and his name was Scoots. Scoots the dino that could maybe have been a Unicorn. Scoots was a lonely individual, but that's not important. What made Scoots special(other than he was the only one of his kind) is that he had a horrible disease. This disease made him addicted to cravings...cravings for the good stuff. What I mean by the "good stuff" I'm talking about high fives!
Although Scoots could not control his craving for high fives, he still lived a normal life. Since I don't have a name for his disease, we will call his disease; Diarrhea. So Scoots, the lonely dino with his crazy case of diarrhea...perfect. In this place that Scoots lived in, high fives were always great(even if they were coming from a depressed dino that maybe could have been a unicorn). Scoots would meet other creatures and instantly high five them. They would ask, "What's the occasion for the high five?". He would then reply, "I have diarrhea." Which would lead to another high five, yea!
New high fives everywhere Scoots went, yay! NO, WRONG! Scoots was really hating the high fives. He was sick of them, he was sick as a fat kid eating salad. One day Scoots was walking along some random place at some random time and he came across a tire. He began talking to the tire, yea Scoots feels comfortable around tires. Scoots started whining about his depression and his diarrhea. After a few hours of talking to this tire, something happened! Oh snap!?!
"Did you say Diarrhea?!" the tire decided to respond to Scoots whining. The tire had heard of Scoots' disease. Scoots was pleasantly surprised, and slightly aroused. His craving kicked in and started high fiving the tire, but since the tire had lost his arms in an accident involving a flock of chihuahuas, there would be no high fives. The bad part about this is that if your diarrhea cravings are not met, you may have seizures. So Scoots dropped and had a seizure, he was shaking harder than the truffle shuffle.
Renal failure would soon kick in if Scoots was not taken care of! Ironically enough, the tire was attracted to seizures. The tire was excited to see a harcore seizure up close that he quickly began to rise...to the occasion and grew a massive, thick, veiny, muscular...arm. The tire gave Scoots a massive high five. This quickly stopped the seizure and renal failure was avoided. The tire went on to tell Scoots that there was a cure for his diarrhea.
Enrique, which was name of the life saving tire, told Scoots that he had to find the tornado of porcupines. In the center of this tornado there would be a piece of the worlds best and purest cheese. If Scoots ate this cheese, he would be cured of his special diarrhea. There was one warning though, the piece of cheese would have to be replaced with another object. No worries though, Scoots had a plan.
After receiving specific directions on how to find the tornado of porcupines, Scoots began his trip to find his cure. He traveled for a few weeks, high fiving any creature that he came across. Enrique told Scoots that the tornado of porcupines would be atop a mountain made of jelly beans and retired christmas trees. Scoots reached the foot of the mountain and slowly began to climb cure his curse of a disease....To be continued. Jus sayin. Chinchilla.
In a place far far away, but not too far. We don't want to get lost during this short story. There once lived a dinosaur (at least we will call him a dinosaur, there were no other creatures like him, but I don't wanna call him a Unicorn) and his name was Scoots. Scoots the dino that could maybe have been a Unicorn. Scoots was a lonely individual, but that's not important. What made Scoots special(other than he was the only one of his kind) is that he had a horrible disease. This disease made him addicted to cravings...cravings for the good stuff. What I mean by the "good stuff" I'm talking about high fives!
Although Scoots could not control his craving for high fives, he still lived a normal life. Since I don't have a name for his disease, we will call his disease; Diarrhea. So Scoots, the lonely dino with his crazy case of diarrhea...perfect. In this place that Scoots lived in, high fives were always great(even if they were coming from a depressed dino that maybe could have been a unicorn). Scoots would meet other creatures and instantly high five them. They would ask, "What's the occasion for the high five?". He would then reply, "I have diarrhea." Which would lead to another high five, yea!
New high fives everywhere Scoots went, yay! NO, WRONG! Scoots was really hating the high fives. He was sick of them, he was sick as a fat kid eating salad. One day Scoots was walking along some random place at some random time and he came across a tire. He began talking to the tire, yea Scoots feels comfortable around tires. Scoots started whining about his depression and his diarrhea. After a few hours of talking to this tire, something happened! Oh snap!?!
"Did you say Diarrhea?!" the tire decided to respond to Scoots whining. The tire had heard of Scoots' disease. Scoots was pleasantly surprised, and slightly aroused. His craving kicked in and started high fiving the tire, but since the tire had lost his arms in an accident involving a flock of chihuahuas, there would be no high fives. The bad part about this is that if your diarrhea cravings are not met, you may have seizures. So Scoots dropped and had a seizure, he was shaking harder than the truffle shuffle.
Renal failure would soon kick in if Scoots was not taken care of! Ironically enough, the tire was attracted to seizures. The tire was excited to see a harcore seizure up close that he quickly began to rise...to the occasion and grew a massive, thick, veiny, muscular...arm. The tire gave Scoots a massive high five. This quickly stopped the seizure and renal failure was avoided. The tire went on to tell Scoots that there was a cure for his diarrhea.
Enrique, which was name of the life saving tire, told Scoots that he had to find the tornado of porcupines. In the center of this tornado there would be a piece of the worlds best and purest cheese. If Scoots ate this cheese, he would be cured of his special diarrhea. There was one warning though, the piece of cheese would have to be replaced with another object. No worries though, Scoots had a plan.
After receiving specific directions on how to find the tornado of porcupines, Scoots began his trip to find his cure. He traveled for a few weeks, high fiving any creature that he came across. Enrique told Scoots that the tornado of porcupines would be atop a mountain made of jelly beans and retired christmas trees. Scoots reached the foot of the mountain and slowly began to climb cure his curse of a disease....To be continued. Jus sayin. Chinchilla.
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