The best thing about being a fireant is a different state of America had appeared recently. Only to be eaten by super giant ants of evil Vista Computer which always crashed, meaning that the machines needed to express themselves by carving pictures of their evil masters, the ants had to make a [sic] epically giant ham sandwich. I enjoyed the sandwich.
Then rubberduckzilla, enticed by the bath water in my best friend's pool. Which was poisoned by poison. Amusingly, this was real working poison, made everybody really sick, except my little toe, who was the smallest. It grew to twice the size of John McCain's gigantically huge, actually enormous but fake and rubber gets real hot and bothered and starts eating to dull the pain.
{How did two different people come up with ants, is what I want to know.}
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