was a land pony, who loved Faith Hill and leaf blowers.

At that time, Faith Hill loved comic books. They were more important than finding a hairy man to spend the rest of her cold, scary life with.

Had she been straight, such a man would have been perfect for her. But no, she was too famous for that. She needed a woman with a crazed appetite... for DEATH.

Then they could take airplanes to the wine country and live their confused life rolling in the poison ivy while listening to music and reading Crime & Punishment (translated into Japanese, then back into English).

They were painfully lazy people.

They would never become lifeguards or be in the Olympics.

But they could be hunters. Not everyone hunted with handguns, but they were unique if they were nothing else.

Once upon a time there was a homeless ninja called Ernie. Ernie had a dream and that was to cook hot dogs. But one day a camera solded his hot dogs, Ernie tryed to get them back by roundhouse kicking but he failed he said it was hard and complicated.

Ernie then came up with the idea to go to Africa to get hotdogs. The idea was absurd, but he went anyway