One day, Johnny was walking with his celebrity room mate to Cleveland. Along the way,
they stopped at the local Wawa, miles away from civilation. Johnny's celebrity room mate,
let's call him Pants because he's not important, walked into the store and fell. Johnny
laughed at Pants, unentertained. Pants Dusted himself off, got up, and dusted himself again,
and slowly lunged at Johnny, gliding gracefully through the air. Just at that moment,
something happened. Really, it did. Pants dropped to the ground hard, hitting like a feather.
"Oh nuts," he said, picking up the nuts he dropped as he farted. So they got comfortable as
they continued their journey sitting on floor next to chairs. A dog ran through the store at
random, making Johnny buy a pretzel. They decided to leave the store, but didn't because they
hadn't made up their minds. Walking back into Alaska's heat, they began walking, upright on
all four legs. Remembering they weren't cats, they started to walk on their two legs again.
Wawa was now behind them, bye Wawa. No more magazines were left with Johnny, the ones he
bought were imaginary. So, Pants began to read one, considering each picture as if he had
just fed his mother. Johnny did not know what to say, so he did a handstand. Pants laughed
and kicked him in the face. Johnny giggled and taught Pants how to grow a mustach as he
gingerly picked Pants up. Johnny dropped his Pants. Please stop petting me. Johnny pulled his
Pants back up, and did a river dance, remembering my homies. Pants watched him in amazement,
at Johnny's feet moving so foolishly. At this moment, his butt cheeks flapped in the breeze.
Due to bad weather conditions, however, a piar of pants walked by, kicking. This caused
Johnny, embarassed by his perfection, to bake cookies. Vanna White came by to give the two
cans underwear. Touch me in the morning, Pants thought, almost solving the case. "The fat
boys are back," a caveman quietly yelled, rolling on the ground. After the party, Pants took
an alien shit, tasting each morsle. Very smartly, Johnny didn't think when he stood behind
the cow, farting pleasingly. He smelled the aroma. It was like his mom's cooking back home on
his farm in the heart of Time Square. Pants, recognizing his friend's dilema, threw a
floating vagina that had been following him. Johnny dodged the attack, wanting a slushy. They
continued walking, placing each foot one on top of the other. "Don't tell anybody this, but
I'm a hermaphrodite" Pants asked, caressing grandpa's crack. Grandpa leaned over, grabbing
his ankles. And so, they grabbed each other's butt cheeks, and squated down the road. As the
sun rose to night time, all the llamas took a single bound over to Wal-Mart and continued to
lower prices.
