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Narules The Gospel Truth 1
Gwen: Back when the world was new
The planet Earth was down on its luck
And everywhere gigantic brutes
called Titans ran amok!
Tigress: It was a nasty place
There was a mess
wherever you stepped
Alice Gehabitch: Where chaos reigned and
earthquake and volcanoes never slept
Tea Gardner and Bridgette: And the along came Morty Mario
He hurled his thunderbolt
He zapped
Tigress: Locked those suckers in a vault
All: They're trapped
And on his own stopped
chaos in its tracks
And that's the gospel truth
The guy was too type A to just relax
Bridgette: And that's the world's first dish
Tea: Morty tamed the globe
while still in his youth
All: Though, honey, it may seem imposs'le
That's the gospel truth!
On Mt. Cartoonolympus life was neat and
Smooth as sweet vermouth
Oooooh!
Though, honey, it may seem imposs'ble
That's the gospel truth!
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Applehontas
Pocahontas: Applejack
John Smith:
Governor Ratcliffe: The Storm King (My Little Pony: The Movie)
Thomas: Lambert (Dragon's Nest: Warrior's Dawn)
Meeko: ???
Flit: Rocky (Rocky and Bullwinkle)
Percy: The Secret Life of Pets)
Wiggins: Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)
Grandmother Willow: Princess Luna (My Little Pony)
Chief Powathan: Ira (Kingdom Hearts series; as Applejack's guardian)
Nakoma: Arkayna Goodfey (Mysticons)
Koccoum: Xigbar (Kingdom Hearsts series)
Ben and Lon: Riku, Felicia, Sora and Kairi (Kingdom Hearts/Darkstalkers)
Kekata: Moses (The Prince of Egypt)
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TMPASS Season 5 Episode 1
Orchopitron: Ladies and Gentlemen, DreamWorks Aniamtion proudly presents your hosts, Mr. Peabody and his boy Sherman.
(Everyone applaused)
Mr. Peabody: Welcome back, everyone.
Sherman: Hi everybdy!
Mr. Peabody: Welcome back to the returning and reviving season of ''The Mr. Peabody and Sherman Show''!
Sherman:
Mr. Peabody: I don't think Mr. Hobson is right.
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Zero to Heroine
Jacquimo, Garfield, Sonic, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and Buster Bunny:Bless my soul
Chris was on a roll
Person of the week in evry Greek opinion poll
What a pro
Chris could stop a show
Point her at a monster and you're talking SRO
She was a no one
A zero, zero
Now she's a honcha
She's a heroine
Here was a kid with her act down pat
From zero to heroine in no time flat
Zero to heroine just like that
When she smiled
The guys went wild with
oohs and aahs
And they slapped her face
On ev'ry vase
(on ev'ry "vase")
From appearance fees and royalties
Our Chris had cash to burn
Now nouveau riche and famous
She could tell you
What the Greek'should earn.
Say amen
There she goes again
Sweet and undefeated
And an awesome 10 for 10
Folks lined up
Just to watch her flex
And this perfect package
packed a pair of pretty pecs
Christy, she comes
She sees, she conquers
Honey, the crowds were
Going bonkers
She showed the moxie brains, and spunk
From zero to heroine a major babe
Zero to heroine and who'da thun
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Garfield:
If there's one God you don't want to get steamed up
It's Queen Beryl, cause she had an evil plan
She ran the Underworld
But thought the dead were dull and uncouth
She was as mean as she was ruthless
And that's the gospel truth
She had a plan to shake things up
And that's the gospel truth
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Electrozan Part 5
Just another normal day in Alola. Everyone was going about their day, eating, sleeping, grooming, or chatting. One man was hiding up in the treetops, spying on Elesa who was eating a mango. Electro smirked as he silently crept towards his seemingly unsuspecting adoptive mother.
Elesa, nonchalantly eating her mango, sat up and spoke, "Don't even think about it, Electro."
               Electro, about to blow a loud raspberry, stopped on his mother's command. Instead, he just blew a small, wet one. "How'd you know it was me?" asked the man as he stood in front of her.
"I'm your mother," Elesa answered, "I know everything about you. Now where've you been?"
"Heh heh," Electro chuckled, eating a mango as he asked with a smirk, "I thought you knew everything."
Suddenly, a blur ran by and tackled him to the ground, and it was revealed to be none other than Iris, who threw Electro to the side.
"Hey, Elesa!" the Emolga greeted. "And might I say you are lo
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Gwen: Back when the world was new
The planet Earth was down on its luck
And everywhere gigantic brutes
called Titans ran amok!

Tigress: It was a nasty place
There was a mess
wherever you stepped

Alice Gehabitch: Where chaos reigned and
earthquake and volcanoes never slept

Tea Gardner and Bridgette: And the along came Morty Mario
He hurled his thunderbolt
He zapped

Tigress: Locked those suckers in a vault

All: They're trapped
And on his own stopped
chaos in its tracks
And that's the gospel truth
The guy was too type A to just relax

Bridgette: And that's the world's first dish

Tea: Morty tamed the globe
while still in his youth

All: Though, honey, it may seem imposs'le
That's the gospel truth!

On Mt. Cartoonolympus life was neat and
Smooth as sweet vermouth
Oooooh!
Though, honey, it may seem imposs'ble
That's the gospel truth!
Narules The Gospel Truth 1
This a Christmas gift for :iconneoduelgx:

This is the sonfic from Narules where the Muses: Gwen (Total Drama), Alice (Bakugan Battle Brawlers), Tigress (Kung Fu Panda), Tea (Yu-Gi-Oh!) and Bridgette (same as Gwen) sing the Gospel Truth.
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Kairi is prepare to fight Dark Samus beacuse my parents said that i will not have my game.
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November 26th. 2018. I was 41 years old relaxing on the couch sitting next to my Wife. We were watching a Hallmark Christmas movie. A commercial break begins and I see the same damn Sprite Cranberry Lebron James advertisement. “WANNA SPRITE CRANBERRY?” It says. Those words I have heard been blared through my television speaker system countless dozens of times this past week. Anyways, it gets fairly late, I decide to go to sleep. I go upstairs to brush my teeth; yet as I put the mouthwash in my mouth; it tastes less like a mint and more like a carbonated fruit flavor. I spit it out quickly after tasting it, it’s seemingly magenta colored now. “I just need sleep.” I think to myself. I walk to my bed soon afterwards which my dog is laying on. My wife comes to the bed too. My dog often wets the bed, he’s very old and has many gum infections and poor sense of sight and hearing. He often pisses whenever he’s sleeping which is just expected at this point; my Wife and I are both used to the smell. When we woke up this morning however; the sheets and room didn’t smell like dog piss; it smelled as fruit and sugar. When the dog woke up, underneath him was a wet spot that was seemingly dark pink. This is not right. I immediately get myself out of bed with my dog and drive off to the veterinarian. The radio is playing a Los Angeles Lakers basketball game; the announcers keep talking about LeBron James. I attempt to change the channel but it just goes to the same Lakers game. I change to another station; no avail. Seemingly all of the radio stations are the same damn Lakers game. A commercial break plays as it is now halftime. “It’s the thirst, thirstiest time of year!” I veer off the road. This fucking advertisement has been terrorizing me. “You want a Sprite Cranberry? LeBron James says.” I turn off the radio, go back onto the road and drive to the veterinarian where all of the employees are drinking Sprite Cranberries. I get the hell out of there as soon as I fill out the paperwork and drop off my dog. I drive home trying to keep myself sane. As I walk through the front door, I see my wife screaming in sheer horror in the kitchen. I run over to her asking her “what’s wrong?” and trying to comfort her. She points towards the refrigerator. I open it up. All of our food and drinks have turned into Sprite Cranberries. A massive sense of horror rushes towards me. I need to vomit. I ran to the toilet to regurgitate out of sheer disgust and horror. I pull up the toilet lid- It’s not water in the toilet. It’s Sprite Cranberry. While in the bathroom in a sense of confusion and chaos; all of the cell phones, computers, and televisions in the house turn on to the Los Angeles Lakers basketball game that LeBron James is playing in. There is a commercial playing. My wife begins to bawl in the kitchen. I’m scared shitless in the bathroom. Loud knocking ensues on our front door. Adrenaline rushes through me as I sprint downstairs to my shotgun cabinet. The basement is flooded- But not with water. I swim through the carbonated, magenta, sugary, fruity liquid to my shotgun cabinet. I attempt to open up my shotgun cabinet with the normal passcode, 85. I try it; it doesn’t work. I panic and keep trying 85 with no avail. That’s what I set my shotgun cabinet passcode to be, for sure! My wife starts to scream in physical agony upstairs. I think to myself, “L-LeBron James jersey number… ...23…” I try 23. It opens up. I get my shotgun and swim out upstairs. The door has been busted down. I see my wife on the floor yelling for help being pinned down by fucking LeBron James himself attempting to forcefully shove Sprite Cranberry down her throat. I aim. I shoot. Sprite Cranberry gushes all over from LeBron James’ body onto me, my Wife, the floors, the wall, the cabinets, and the ceiling. ll of a sudden the televisions, phones, and computers shut off, no longer playing the Lakers Basketball game, no longer playing the damn commercial. All of the food and drinks in the fridge return to normal. The veterinarian calls telling me that my dog is perfectly healthy. Never will I forget the day that I did not want a Sprite Cranberry.
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Are you spamming me? How dare you going to my profile? You are a traitore go away!
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Why this spamming???
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Yugielecti Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2018  New Deviant Professional Artist
November 26th. 2018. I was 41 years old relaxing on the couch sitting next to my Wife. We were watching a Hallmark Christmas movie. A commercial break begins and I see the same damn Sprite Cranberry Lebron James advertisement. “WANNA SPRITE CRANBERRY?” It says. Those words I have heard been blared through my television speaker system countless dozens of times this past week. Anyways, it gets fairly late, I decide to go to sleep. I go upstairs to brush my teeth; yet as I put the mouthwash in my mouth; it tastes less like a mint and more like a carbonated fruit flavor. I spit it out quickly after tasting it, it’s seemingly magenta colored now. “I just need sleep.” I think to myself. I walk to my bed soon afterwards which my dog is laying on. My wife comes to the bed too. My dog often wets the bed, he’s very old and has many gum infections and poor sense of sight and hearing. He often pisses whenever he’s sleeping which is just expected at this point; my Wife and I are both used to the smell. When we woke up this morning however; the sheets and room didn’t smell like dog piss; it smelled as fruit and sugar. When the dog woke up, underneath him was a wet spot that was seemingly dark pink. This is not right. I immediately get myself out of bed with my dog and drive off to the veterinarian. The radio is playing a Los Angeles Lakers basketball game; the announcers keep talking about LeBron James. I attempt to change the channel but it just goes to the same Lakers game. I change to another station; no avail. Seemingly all of the radio stations are the same damn Lakers game. A commercial break plays as it is now halftime. “It’s the thirst, thirstiest time of year!” I veer off the road. This fucking advertisement has been terrorizing me. “You want a Sprite Cranberry? LeBron James says.” I turn off the radio, go back onto the road and drive to the veterinarian where all of the employees are drinking Sprite Cranberries. I get the hell out of there as soon as I fill out the paperwork and drop off my dog. I drive home trying to keep myself sane. As I walk through the front door, I see my wife screaming in sheer horror in the kitchen. I run over to her asking her “what’s wrong?” and trying to comfort her. She points towards the refrigerator. I open it up. All of our food and drinks have turned into Sprite Cranberries. A massive sense of horror rushes towards me. I need to vomit. I ran to the toilet to regurgitate out of sheer disgust and horror. I pull up the toilet lid- It’s not water in the toilet. It’s Sprite Cranberry. While in the bathroom in a sense of confusion and chaos; all of the cell phones, computers, and televisions in the house turn on to the Los Angeles Lakers basketball game that LeBron James is playing in. There is a commercial playing. My wife begins to bawl in the kitchen. I’m scared shitless in the bathroom. Loud knocking ensues on our front door. Adrenaline rushes through me as I sprint downstairs to my shotgun cabinet. The basement is flooded- But not with water. I swim through the carbonated, magenta, sugary, fruity liquid to my shotgun cabinet. I attempt to open up my shotgun cabinet with the normal passcode, 85. I try it; it doesn’t work. I panic and keep trying 85 with no avail. That’s what I set my shotgun cabinet passcode to be, for sure! My wife starts to scream in physical agony upstairs. I think to myself, “L-LeBron James jersey number… ...23…” I try 23. It opens up. I get my shotgun and swim out upstairs. The door has been busted down. I see my wife on the floor yelling for help being pinned down by fucking LeBron James himself attempting to forcefully shove Sprite Cranberry down her throat. I aim. I shoot. Sprite Cranberry gushes all over from LeBron James’ body onto me, my Wife, the floors, the wall, the cabinets, and the ceiling. ll of a sudden the televisions, phones, and computers shut off, no longer playing the Lakers Basketball game, no longer playing the damn commercial. All of the food and drinks in the fridge return to normal. The veterinarian calls telling me that my dog is perfectly healthy. Never will I forget the day that I did not want a Sprite Cranberry.
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Yugielecti Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2018  New Deviant Professional Artist
November 26th. 2018. I was 41 years old relaxing on the couch sitting next to my Wife. We were watching a Hallmark Christmas movie. A commercial break begins and I see the same damn Sprite Cranberry Lebron James advertisement. “WANNA SPRITE CRANBERRY?” It says. Those words I have heard been blared through my television speaker system countless dozens of times this past week. Anyways, it gets fairly late, I decide to go to sleep. I go upstairs to brush my teeth; yet as I put the mouthwash in my mouth; it tastes less like a mint and more like a carbonated fruit flavor. I spit it out quickly after tasting it, it’s seemingly magenta colored now. “I just need sleep.” I think to myself. I walk to my bed soon afterwards which my dog is laying on. My wife comes to the bed too. My dog often wets the bed, he’s very old and has many gum infections and poor sense of sight and hearing. He often pisses whenever he’s sleeping which is just expected at this point; my Wife and I are both used to the smell. When we woke up this morning however; the sheets and room didn’t smell like dog piss; it smelled as fruit and sugar. When the dog woke up, underneath him was a wet spot that was seemingly dark pink. This is not right. I immediately get myself out of bed with my dog and drive off to the veterinarian. The radio is playing a Los Angeles Lakers basketball game; the announcers keep talking about LeBron James. I attempt to change the channel but it just goes to the same Lakers game. I change to another station; no avail. Seemingly all of the radio stations are the same damn Lakers game. A commercial break plays as it is now halftime. “It’s the thirst, thirstiest time of year!” I veer off the road. This fucking advertisement has been terrorizing me. “You want a Sprite Cranberry? LeBron James says.” I turn off the radio, go back onto the road and drive to the veterinarian where all of the employees are drinking Sprite Cranberries. I get the hell out of there as soon as I fill out the paperwork and drop off my dog. I drive home trying to keep myself sane. As I walk through the front door, I see my wife screaming in sheer horror in the kitchen. I run over to her asking her “what’s wrong?” and trying to comfort her. She points towards the refrigerator. I open it up. All of our food and drinks have turned into Sprite Cranberries. A massive sense of horror rushes towards me. I need to vomit. I ran to the toilet to regurgitate out of sheer disgust and horror. I pull up the toilet lid- It’s not water in the toilet. It’s Sprite Cranberry. While in the bathroom in a sense of confusion and chaos; all of the cell phones, computers, and televisions in the house turn on to the Los Angeles Lakers basketball game that LeBron James is playing in. There is a commercial playing. My wife begins to bawl in the kitchen. I’m scared shitless in the bathroom. Loud knocking ensues on our front door. Adrenaline rushes through me as I sprint downstairs to my shotgun cabinet. The basement is flooded- But not with water. I swim through the carbonated, magenta, sugary, fruity liquid to my shotgun cabinet. I attempt to open up my shotgun cabinet with the normal passcode, 85. I try it; it doesn’t work. I panic and keep trying 85 with no avail. That’s what I set my shotgun cabinet passcode to be, for sure! My wife starts to scream in physical agony upstairs. I think to myself, “L-LeBron James jersey number… ...23…” I try 23. It opens up. I get my shotgun and swim out upstairs. The door has been busted down. I see my wife on the floor yelling for help being pinned down by fucking LeBron James himself attempting to forcefully shove Sprite Cranberry down her throat. I aim. I shoot. Sprite Cranberry gushes all over from LeBron James’ body onto me, my Wife, the floors, the wall, the cabinets, and the ceiling. ll of a sudden the televisions, phones, and computers shut off, no longer playing the Lakers Basketball game, no longer playing the damn commercial. All of the food and drinks in the fridge return to normal. The veterinarian calls telling me that my dog is perfectly healthy. Never will I forget the day that I did not want a Sprite Cranberry.
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November 26th. 2018. I was 41 years old relaxing on the couch sitting next to my Wife. We were watching a Hallmark Christmas movie. A commercial break begins and I see the same damn Sprite Cranberry Lebron James advertisement. “WANNA SPRITE CRANBERRY?” It says. Those words I have heard been blared through my television speaker system countless dozens of times this past week. Anyways, it gets fairly late, I decide to go to sleep. I go upstairs to brush my teeth; yet as I put the mouthwash in my mouth; it tastes less like a mint and more like a carbonated fruit flavor. I spit it out quickly after tasting it, it’s seemingly magenta colored now. “I just need sleep.” I think to myself. I walk to my bed soon afterwards which my dog is laying on. My wife comes to the bed too. My dog often wets the bed, he’s very old and has many gum infections and poor sense of sight and hearing. He often pisses whenever he’s sleeping which is just expected at this point; my Wife and I are both used to the smell. When we woke up this morning however; the sheets and room didn’t smell like dog piss; it smelled as fruit and sugar. When the dog woke up, underneath him was a wet spot that was seemingly dark pink. This is not right. I immediately get myself out of bed with my dog and drive off to the veterinarian. The radio is playing a Los Angeles Lakers basketball game; the announcers keep talking about LeBron James. I attempt to change the channel but it just goes to the same Lakers game. I change to another station; no avail. Seemingly all of the radio stations are the same damn Lakers game. A commercial break plays as it is now halftime. “It’s the thirst, thirstiest time of year!” I veer off the road. This fucking advertisement has been terrorizing me. “You want a Sprite Cranberry? LeBron James says.” I turn off the radio, go back onto the road and drive to the veterinarian where all of the employees are drinking Sprite Cranberries. I get the hell out of there as soon as I fill out the paperwork and drop off my dog. I drive home trying to keep myself sane. As I walk through the front door, I see my wife screaming in sheer horror in the kitchen. I run over to her asking her “what’s wrong?” and trying to comfort her. She points towards the refrigerator. I open it up. All of our food and drinks have turned into Sprite Cranberries. A massive sense of horror rushes towards me. I need to vomit. I ran to the toilet to regurgitate out of sheer disgust and horror. I pull up the toilet lid- It’s not water in the toilet. It’s Sprite Cranberry. While in the bathroom in a sense of confusion and chaos; all of the cell phones, computers, and televisions in the house turn on to the Los Angeles Lakers basketball game that LeBron James is playing in. There is a commercial playing. My wife begins to bawl in the kitchen. I’m scared shitless in the bathroom. Loud knocking ensues on our front door. Adrenaline rushes through me as I sprint downstairs to my shotgun cabinet. The basement is flooded- But not with water. I swim through the carbonated, magenta, sugary, fruity liquid to my shotgun cabinet. I attempt to open up my shotgun cabinet with the normal passcode, 85. I try it; it doesn’t work. I panic and keep trying 85 with no avail. That’s what I set my shotgun cabinet passcode to be, for sure! My wife starts to scream in physical agony upstairs. I think to myself, “L-LeBron James jersey number… ...23…” I try 23. It opens up. I get my shotgun and swim out upstairs. The door has been busted down. I see my wife on the floor yelling for help being pinned down by fucking LeBron James himself attempting to forcefully shove Sprite Cranberry down her throat. I aim. I shoot. Sprite Cranberry gushes all over from LeBron James’ body onto me, my Wife, the floors, the wall, the cabinets, and the ceiling. ll of a sudden the televisions, phones, and computers shut off, no longer playing the Lakers Basketball game, no longer playing the damn commercial. All of the food and drinks in the fridge return to normal. The veterinarian calls telling me that my dog is perfectly healthy. Never will I forget the day that I did not want a Sprite Cranberry.
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Yugielecti Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2018  New Deviant Professional Artist
November 26th. 2018. I was 41 years old relaxing on the couch sitting next to my Wife. We were watching a Hallmark Christmas movie. A commercial break begins and I see the same damn Sprite Cranberry Lebron James advertisement. “WANNA SPRITE CRANBERRY?” It says. Those words I have heard been blared through my television speaker system countless dozens of times this past week. Anyways, it gets fairly late, I decide to go to sleep. I go upstairs to brush my teeth; yet as I put the mouthwash in my mouth; it tastes less like a mint and more like a carbonated fruit flavor. I spit it out quickly after tasting it, it’s seemingly magenta colored now. “I just need sleep.” I think to myself. I walk to my bed soon afterwards which my dog is laying on. My wife comes to the bed too. My dog often wets the bed, he’s very old and has many gum infections and poor sense of sight and hearing. He often pisses whenever he’s sleeping which is just expected at this point; my Wife and I are both used to the smell. When we woke up this morning however; the sheets and room didn’t smell like dog piss; it smelled as fruit and sugar. When the dog woke up, underneath him was a wet spot that was seemingly dark pink. This is not right. I immediately get myself out of bed with my dog and drive off to the veterinarian. The radio is playing a Los Angeles Lakers basketball game; the announcers keep talking about LeBron James. I attempt to change the channel but it just goes to the same Lakers game. I change to another station; no avail. Seemingly all of the radio stations are the same damn Lakers game. A commercial break plays as it is now halftime. “It’s the thirst, thirstiest time of year!” I veer off the road. This fucking advertisement has been terrorizing me. “You want a Sprite Cranberry? LeBron James says.” I turn off the radio, go back onto the road and drive to the veterinarian where all of the employees are drinking Sprite Cranberries. I get the hell out of there as soon as I fill out the paperwork and drop off my dog. I drive home trying to keep myself sane. As I walk through the front door, I see my wife screaming in sheer horror in the kitchen. I run over to her asking her “what’s wrong?” and trying to comfort her. She points towards the refrigerator. I open it up. All of our food and drinks have turned into Sprite Cranberries. A massive sense of horror rushes towards me. I need to vomit. I ran to the toilet to regurgitate out of sheer disgust and horror. I pull up the toilet lid- It’s not water in the toilet. It’s Sprite Cranberry. While in the bathroom in a sense of confusion and chaos; all of the cell phones, computers, and televisions in the house turn on to the Los Angeles Lakers basketball game that LeBron James is playing in. There is a commercial playing. My wife begins to bawl in the kitchen. I’m scared shitless in the bathroom. Loud knocking ensues on our front door. Adrenaline rushes through me as I sprint downstairs to my shotgun cabinet. The basement is flooded- But not with water. I swim through the carbonated, magenta, sugary, fruity liquid to my shotgun cabinet. I attempt to open up my shotgun cabinet with the normal passcode, 85. I try it; it doesn’t work. I panic and keep trying 85 with no avail. That’s what I set my shotgun cabinet passcode to be, for sure! My wife starts to scream in physical agony upstairs. I think to myself, “L-LeBron James jersey number… ...23…” I try 23. It opens up. I get my shotgun and swim out upstairs. The door has been busted down. I see my wife on the floor yelling for help being pinned down by fucking LeBron James himself attempting to forcefully shove Sprite Cranberry down her throat. I aim. I shoot. Sprite Cranberry gushes all over from LeBron James’ body onto me, my Wife, the floors, the wall, the cabinets, and the ceiling. ll of a sudden the televisions, phones, and computers shut off, no longer playing the Lakers Basketball game, no longer playing the damn commercial. All of the food and drinks in the fridge return to normal. The veterinarian calls telling me that my dog is perfectly healthy. Never will I forget the day that I did not want a Sprite Cranberry.
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