CandySatan Posted:

”You didn’t do anything.” He raised his head, “Was that God?” He thought to himself. Without a pause, he suddenly got a reply, “Of course it is, remember the time you Log in to see images!

Pete sat in silence, Contemplating the many mistakes he had made in his very own **** pile.

Then God said “Jk! Lolz, you so nub! Now you get to go to |-|34\/3n5 fo shizwiznit my nizzle!”.

Bigandtasty Posted:

As a relieved Pete sprouted wings and began ascending toward Heaven, a problem presented itself. He became unable to move, and so he was stranded in the middle of space.

He realised that his foot had become trapped in the now solidified lump of melt Log in to see images!

TheBaron Posted:

he struggled to get free but soon found the only possible escape was to eat it.

Good Lord, thought Pete. What a strange, chaotic day this is has been. Ups and down, twists and turns. It’s almost as though the auctorial voice of my life were constantly changing. With that startling realization, he became lucid enough to remember taking that tab of acid earlier.

Bigandtasty Posted:

At roughly 4:46 PM ForumWarz time, Pete awoke in a sandbox full of moist, smelly sand; the sandbox also contained two used condoms and a half-eaten Snickers bar. It was all just a trippy experience…or was it? He grew even more confused as he noticed that he was still wearing the wet, burnt fur coat fashioned from Rufus’ corpse.

He became more confused still when he realized that there were random people he’d never seen before standing all around him. He looked at one and realized that its head was made of cheese.

Damion Posted:

I wish I had head made of cheese, thought Pete. But there was no time for such envy now, considering that Pete had no idea where he was. He asked one of the people standing around him.

“Where am I?” Asked Pete of the cheese-headed man.

“Where you have always been,” Cheesehead replied, “Right here.”

MC Banhammer Posted:

Pete thought to himself, “Wisconsin? But — I live in Vermont!” Aloud, he asked Cheesehead the question he had been holding back asking ever since he first hit puberty:

Can I have sex with your head?

Ziggy Posted:

Remembering that’s there’s more to life than Heavanly bodies, Pete took advantage of the feacal explosion by licking up the chocolate goodness. A pbumer-by shielded the neighbours eyes and exitedly chanted:

ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!

Then pete was just about to lay his headin the smelly chocalately goodness. He looked up and seen

TheBaron Posted:

Melons! BIG JUICY MELONS!

and they were coated in… you guessed it… fecal matter!

“Oh lovely day!” he thought to himself.

but… it hit him, how would he get them? They were floating in the frickin air!

“I need a latter” he exclaimed hastily making his way to the shed. Upon entering he noticed something quite peculiar. A shiny box, radiated a haunting glow in the middle of shed. “I wonder what’s inside” he pondered as he strolled over to the mysterious cube.

“So what happens now?” asked Pete. The magical Cube had an unsure look on its face(s), before grunting a grunt that sounded like “I don’t know”.

Shortly afterwards, everything around Pete faded to white, and he was alone in a blank void.

Sarcasm Inc Posted:

Gazing around the corners of the void (completely ignoring the paradox that implied), Pete was suddenly blinded by a light brighter than the searchlight his dad had mounted in the family car.

Causing a series of traumatizing memories to come rushing back, which left him babbling in an epileptic stupor. Unfortunately, when his dad had mounted the searchlight, he MOUNTED the searchlight.