Muffinhead
02-17-2008, 02:55 AM
Think about someone you don't love a lot. Let's call that person Pete. Your name will be Tom. My name is Muffinhead, or Muff for short. We're all friends. Ok, so me, you, and Pete were driving along one day when our car broke down. It was late so we walked a mile to a farmhouse we noticed in the distance. Once there, we asked the old farmer if we could stay the night and call for help in the morning. He said yes, and told us to sleep in the barn. Next morning, we awoke to the sound of a gun cocking. The old farmer was standing there with a shotgun! "Listen up, kids," he said. "I want you to all go out into my garden and pick a pair of something and bring it back to me. Two of one kind of thing, got it? Now go!" So we scattered, confused and afraid. I began walking and ended up in a maze of a grape vine. I figured grapes would be fine for whatever this maniac was planning, so I picked two and began walking back to the farmer. When I arrived, he said "Ok, drop your pants and bend over. I'm going to shove these in your ass and if you laugh I'm going to kill you." I looked at him and snickered, "What?" He blew my head off promptly and I went to heaven. Tom (you) walked around and found himself a strawberry patch and decided to pick two strawberries to take back. When he found the farmer, the same instructions were told. Tom bent over and took one strawberry without laughing. However, on the second turn, Tom began laughing hysterically and he too got shot and sent to heaven. In heaven, I find Tom. "Dude, that was fucking weird. What was that? We got shot by an insane farmer for laughing! Which is weird because we shouldn't have laughed at all. Why did you laugh, Tom?" Tom looks at me and says "You would have laughed too if you saw Pete walking towards you with two watermelons."
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