(THE STORY SO FAR . . .)
Simuel approached the window of his presidential palace and addressed his people in regards to the recent crisis. After he detailed the pending dangers posed by the threat of the witch and her legion of flying monkeys, he made a sandwich and headed to a meeting with his top military chiefs. Simuel and a small security team left the presidential palace via SUVs to attend the meeting on the other side of the capital, but as they approached the base they were delayed by angry Simitizens that suddenly amassed and began blocking the road and surrounding the convoy.
The convoy was accosted by fruit, nuts, nuts with fruit, fruits with nuts and those little potatoes everyone likes. Oblivious to the dangers of displaying tasty foods on public streets, the citizens were soon assailed by flying monkeys interested in an easy mid-day snack. Simuel, still seated in the back of an SUV and shocked by the aerial attack on t
BUMP.................
oh hang on wat the hell......i
we figured88 this out
this is code for trump
you know wha3t you guys get a life
EYES are O3PEN
(Hahahahah. . . bump ????????//?//??///??)
(Nevermind, this story is clearly dead. Or is it . .?????after a few drinks, perhaps I felt like dabbling in a bit of necromancy..nothing to see here, move along.)