User:Quinton1721/The Story of the Sprained Eyebrows

So, I'm gonna tell you the story of how I sprained my eyebrows.

It all started at Wal-Mart. Now, my Wal-Mart isn't like any other, it's really, really weird. It has all sorts of people in costumes and suits. And they dance around like ballerinas while reciting the Soviet Anthem.

Well, anyways, I pick up the food I need to get and I get Apples, Bacon, Bread, Chocolate, Cookies, Corn, Curry, Cereal, Donuts, Eggs, Eggrolls, English muffins, Falafel, French toast, Garlic, Grapes, Guancamole, Gumbo, Graham crackers, Hamburger, Honey, Hash browns, Hot dogs, Hummus, Ice cream, Irish stew, Italian bread, Jambalaya, Jelly, Jam, Jerky, Jalapeno, Kale, Kabobs, Metchup, Kiwi, Kidney beans, Kingfish, Lobster, Lamb, Linguine, Lasagna, Meatballs, Moose, Milk, Milkshakes, Noodles, Ostrich, Pizza, Pepperoni, Porter, Pancakes, Quesadilla, Quiche, Reuben, Spinach, Spaghetti, Tater tots, Toast, Venison, Waffles, Wine, Walnuts, Yogurt, Ziti, and Zucchini.

I go to the checkout counter, you know what the guy says? He takes one look at me and goes, "How are you gonna pay for alla that?" and I just run out the door and I keep running and running and running until this hobo, Sue Carmichaelangelina, pulls me off to the side and says "Ya wanna make a quick buck, kid?????" and I just go "Sure."

So Sue, she has me sleep on this park bench for once night, just one night, and the next morning, well.....

The next morning, I wake up in TheKorraFanatic's barn, tied to a post in a cow's stall. I mean, it's a nice stall and there's even a 5¢ pay phone too. So I call this man Marty, and he comes to the barn and unties me. He then asks me, "You wanna go to the future?" and I reply "Sure." So he hands me these magic beans but then I throw them at him and stomp about yelling "I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!" over and over and over and I run out and I see a mail truck. I hop into the mail truck and since I've got nothing else to do, I read some letters.

Anyways, to my surprise, the mail truck takes some letters to the North Pole, but since the truck runs out of gas, we only reached the discount North Pole. There, an old fat man lives who gives out toys for a small fee. I go inside and I ask him, I say, "Sir, can you take me home?" and he says "Sure, little feller."

He then dances an Irish jig and transports me home but then he says I gotta pay a fee. Now, you see, I'm broke and my pony stable needs fixing as well as my indoor heated pool and billiards room. So instead I give him my mother and he takes off.

Now, after this, I'm pretty tired so I turn on the original Footloose because the 2011 version is trash. I then start dancing but then I sprain my eyebrow and I realize - I need to support this proposal.