I will write pt 2 for the other story when my lazy ass is well not lazy but here's another joke story
Finney Blake had always loved old-fashioned Dallas with its blushing, bulbous beaches. It was a place where he felt delighted.
He was a helpful, peculiar, whiskey drinker with blonde moles and ginger toenails. His friends saw him as a low, lovely lover. Once, he had even helped a combative puppy cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
Finney walked over to the window and reflected on his backward surroundings. The clouds danced like swimming blue bottles.
He was a helpful, peculiar, whiskey drinker with blonde moles and ginger toenails. His friends saw him as a low, lovely lover. Once, he had even helped a combative puppy cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
Finney walked over to the window and reflected on his backward surroundings. The clouds danced like swimming blue bottles.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Robin Arellano. Robin was a tactless knight with ginger moles and scrawny toenails.
Finney gulped. He was not prepared for Robin.
As Finney stepped outside and Robin came closer, he could see the flabby glint in his eye.
Robin gazed with the affection of 5457 virtuous alive aardvarks. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want revenge."
Finney looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the ribbed hat. "Robin, I love you," he replied.
They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two bright, broad bears hopping at a very energetic engagement party, which had flute music playing in the background and two popular uncles running to the beat.
Finney regarded Robin's ginger moles and scrawny toenails. "I feel the same way!" revealed Finney with a delighted grin.
Robin looked confident, his emotions blushing like a thoughtful, tan torch.
Then Robin came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END
( i didn't read it yet so comment if its funny or not)