Johnny and Pants: Second Trip to the Super Market.
"Where'd my loin cloth go? I have a big interview today," Johnny lovingly screamed at the
pillow as it didn't really stare back because, well, it's not alive. Pants crawled on his
teeth toward his wife. When he finally reached Johnny, he witnessed Johnny doing the Macarena
on top the biggest orange he had ever seen. Provoked by this running of the bulls, he played
mini golf, disturbed by the fact that the alligator in his pants was frying eggs. No matter
what, though, he continued counting the dimples on the golf ball. Johnny fell down, causing
him to avoid the shrimp. The statue they hung up of E.T. was crawling. Crawling. Still
crawling. Yup, still going..............Still crawling, and....stop. Still crawling. That
over joyed Pants so much that he continued rubbing grandma. Johnny finished eating. The plate
now full, he threw it at the wall of air and came back to haunt when tomorrow-yesterday is
going to went swimming mom! After that, they breathed some more. More, more. They breathed
rapidly, each little thingy entering quicker into their nostrils of doom. Johnny, realizing
he's a real boy, made some shrimp marinera at random. Pants wanted to be a hermaphrodite so
bad since fathering a 50 foot tall Camel. Then one day while masturbating. That's all. I'm
not finishing that sentence. Flailing a chicken in circles made Johnny happy. After this
after I-whiped-my-ass ritual, he threw the chicken at the nearest bank he saw. "Johnny,
please check my underwear. I think it's your mints." Johnny was too busy sleeping. So, making
love to a clam, Pants whisteled while he worked, clipping the underwear into a snow flake.
Spanking the plungers, they flew up the building. Sticky grounds are coming!! No more would
Pants jump. Gas powered jets eventually flew into the butthole. Into... the butthole. Harshly
now, Pants was jumping and got stuck in the air. Not realizing what had just happened, he
realized what just happened and screamed into an orange juice sample from the store. Johnny
gave a handfull of diarhea to Pants. Pants loved the smell of burnt diarhea in the morning,
so he quickly tripped toward the nearest couch. He placed the diarhea firmly under his face.
Johnny now was balancing on top of his bed while layin down. He had a tough time. They're all
sleeping rapidly, flying toward a theater in search of the penguin's Tina Turner
costume.
