Stop Hammertime

Few hundred, or perhaps only 100 years ago, or maybe it was in between. Anyway, we were walking down a long and lonesome road, when all of a sudden a jinx flew by; we were terrified, because we knew this meant bad luck. We were right, because the jinx took a dump in our tank full of coca cola.We were so afraid of what was next to happen, that we wrapped ourselves in bubble-wrap, and we just kept on rolling. Soon we came to a little village, called Loreal Paris, quite gay, we know. As we entered the city, we saw a sign. On the sign there stood these exact letters “Humped zebra crossing” my partner almost pee-peed in his trousers, just by seeing this. It was hilarious, but then he said ‘’I have to take a piss’’. We stopped at the next restroom and he walked in there. I thought there was something wrong when it took him about 5 minutes to do his things. Maybe he shouldn’t just pee-pee, or perhaps he had been assaulted while pee-peeing. Anyway he hadn’t been assaulted, while pee-peeing. It would have been quite gross if he had. So we went on, on our legendary, over-epic journey. We got over to the local bank, and we saw the most horrific thing happen, the local thief, Taco Belly, robbed the bank, with a saw and a hammer. He was trying to take the most precious thing in the world, the bro code, written by Abraham Lincoln! He wasn’t the smartest though, since the bank-assistant just pulled out his Ma

c Donald, the newest Smith & Wesson creation with the sound of a mocking bird and killed Taco Belly. We looked at our clock to see the time. But our clocks were stopped. It was ‘’STOP hammertime!’’