[jcamaro]

Wow, even only 5 pages in, this is Hollywood worthy stuff here:

I was walking down the street. Then I heard, to my chagrin, a loud roar and felt hot. It was a fire breathing dragon with one leg and two heads and he said, in pig latin "Iway overlay ouyay." Which translated to something no one has ever really heard before the beginning of time: "I love you." But we need to let go and build some large silver colored spoons to get as much of eggs to eat because protein is bad for your butt to get smeared all over the ground. You quit the game before I go. I need to eat some poop and go poop, then have some time to post on camaro5. Then it is another opportunity that was knocking at my locked front door, but we still attempt to play the burnout game on bald tires that we got from old fords off ebay motors for super cheap. But anyway, she had a pimple that won't go away. So guys, I dumped her body in the bathtub full of jello pudding and ate my way to the bottom of her foot and headed north along the 5 going Mach three when my wing ON MY SR-71 grew another twenty thousand dollar bar. Just when, bam! it hit me: I hate Pudding! As I was eating Bill Cosby and drinking milk with vanilla Jello, I thought, “well now what will come of this nice freaking mess?” I took a photo of monkeys and they pooped and then drank beer. Then they got some more beer and drank rocket propelled grenades, got upset stomachs, and blew their noses violently shattering every window in a ten block radius. After which all Camaros turned and said " surprise! We're all Supercharged now!” Go before the man and his donkey named Eyore, who drove a golden chariot with fuzzy dice and curb feelers, and tell him don't be ghetto in the hood. You'll end up being capped in the head, bro double tap fact ends it fast with no evidence. They hang him. After he's dead they party like hilarious donkey children.