Cornfields - Part 2

When Larry walked down the hallway and saw the apple orchard, he jumped for grief. Then his father who wasn't in the other room said, "please quit your yapping and start talking!" This disrupted Larry very much and so he didn't mind. "Mom," he said, "Can I call you Mother Dearest?" This put his mom into an outrage and so she grinned goodly. The father who wasn't in the other room grinned evilly. This put a beginning to things. First a rabbit flew into the room and knocked over a lamp that was having a conversation with itself. Then the lamp fell into the ceiling. It fell all the way to space where it hit a satellite that was for Dish Network and so then there was no more Dish TV because the satellite fell all the way to Arkansas where the hillbillies deemed it as a satellite. Much to the governments not knowledge. Then a redneck came and shot the rabbit that started it, because he was a hard core redneck and watched tv all the time, but it was dish tv. He was so mad he shot the rabbit so many times it stopped dying after the 1st shot. The rabbit flew away dejectedly, fluttering his meaty hind legs. There were no holes in the wall from the gun shots, which angered the farmers wife who happened to not be the Mona Lisa. Or the person who was the portrait of the Mona Lisa for that matter. Then Larry was content and walked back to New Zealand, where he doesn't live to this day. He lives with the Hillbillies in Wyoming - the ones in Arkansas were to real for his taste. Or his preferences. And so to this day which was yesterday's tomorrow, he never ever got to not get to not go to the apple orchard which he didn't deem as a flock of yellow's migrating to the migration land.

THE END.

Cornfields - PART 1

Ok guys, here's the first story. (!!)

A long long time ago, recently a man named Larry Murphy Dorman walked into an apple orchard. Actually it all started out when he woke up from sleeping (he had gone to bed the previous night, much to everyone's surprise) in his grandma's mom's dad's great grandson's uncle. Who, by the way, isn't your mom. (I am dearly sorry) ANYWAYS. ...So he woke up, and walked down a cheery hallway. I'm not sure how it was cheery, it just was so don't eat a pickle over it. (Although to do that you'd have to get on the roof and your mom might shoot you for that) ANYWAYS. So he walked down the hallway and saw an apple orchard through the window. So he immediately died. (not really) He went to his grandma's mom's dad's great grandson's uncle and said, "can I go play in that cornfield grandma?" (This was strange because the person wasn't his grandma) Outraged at the wrong name calling, the man sat down on the couch and smiled. Larry started crying. "Please don't smile son!" he said. (He is obviously very smart) The man only frowned a smile and said "your cows await you." So Larry immediately (I already said immediately) fell down and kissed the germ on the floor. "What else would you do for a skittle?" Larry asked. The man only fell asleep. Larry, thinking this meant it was bedtime, died. (actually he just went to bed.) He woke up the next morning and walked down the same hall, and saw the apple orchard.

END PART 1.

~Pelican

The Start.

So hi everyone.
Actually, there isn't an "everyone" because this blog has just been created.
 But ANYWAYS.
So this is just a heads-up, to say that this is pretty much what it sounds like. Random stories. Although they don't always have to be stories, they're just random stuff. Soooo.......taking that into account, if you have a very logical way of thought, this is going to be a lethal place for you! :p

Anyways, post or comment on stuff and...yeah! :)

~Pelican