it finally occurred to us that upsidedown would make them spin backwards. still didn't occur to eat 'em despite the rumor of paltry poultry palette similarities. chickens are too simple to manipulate, we voted. just the inkling of their taste reminded us of the lab. chocolate lab. chocolate dog. dogs made of ice cream. Easter profits rise on rumors of canine delicious.
Meanwhile, eucalyptus, scarce, despite the complete absense of importation clauses. the koalas, slow and wise, but not smart enough to quit fucking. Then again, who is?, we voted. The scarcity of depression buffet made their breath foul and excited them into more difficult targets, even armed with automatic weapons (rocks), we voted. 6am snuck up like a freak wink and it was time to hunt. for the RECORD, I voted "no" on calling it a "hunt". Eight square miles and 30,000 koalas. we couldn't throw a rock without hitting cuddly, and we didn't. The End.