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Missing No. (Login Accordion_Thief)
Posted Nov 2, 2007 7:34 PM
And so Matt sat alone on the beach for some indefinite amount of time, coloring away and minding his own business until…
“Do I smell crayons?”
Indeed, the nearest Starbucks coffee cup to him grew eyes and spoke. The cup blinked, waiting patiently for an answer before seeking out the truth on their own. The cup eyed the coloring book in Matt’s hands.
A man suddenly burst forth from the coffee cup, waving his arms in the air excitedly.
“OH MY, OH MY GOD!
A COLORING BOOK OF FUNNESS!
I LOVE TO COLOR!”
He too pulled out a box of crayons and displayed them to Matt proudly. “A box of forty-eight, my dear friend. It’s a masterwork set.
May I join your ranks?
My name: Cucumber Whisky.
You may call me Q!”
His haiku was quite impressive….
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