*AHHH*! CoRy

My name Is cory I am 19 and Im just trying to live life to the fullest like the COOLAID MAN did. .........This is the Most legit story you will ever have the pleasure of reading ...................................... A Night Not To Be Forgotten ............... .....By Cory / DAN......................... ............................................................ ............................. One day in the present day of the years of now. There was a man in the world in a great bind. A bind of no other binds this bind was so great that even the greatest of unbinders could not unbind it so we all gathered round to hear the story of this great bind it all started in 1852 when man first discovered the great strip where all the fun and lustering outbursts could be had . Every man dreamed of going but only few did and me and the 2 others were some of the few. we set out on our journey to the great strip at around 12 but first we must stop and get supplies for the trip when we got to the store it was a wondrous time but one of my fellow stripians couldn’t handle it and he decided to turn the other chi he stole a 18 gigabyte milionmometer from Wal-Mart and that was the beginning we were now on the run from the federally the rodevou point was an old burger shack behind lucky's.. The air was crisp and clean with darkness closing in on the warm sunny day when we made our escape. We had the old wagon loaded to the brim with the loot and headed down toward the long bright road. It was just then that we encountered a friendly beast with no name and a good understanding of the world of craziness that we had just witnessed. This man he told a tale and left no stones unturned in his search for the dreaded bastard that wronged him long ago. We now knew that the hunt was on. We decided to meet him around the bend in a considerable length of time. So while we waited to Rendesvous at the spot we speed down old Jenkins road off 39th and 5th street and suddenly we came to a complete stop that’s when we saw a wondrous sight to be seen it was the hill of blueberry’s where all you finest food fantasies were to come true. So we headed for the hill and feasted on all lamb chop chowder and eggplant we could see ....... ..............................................It was time for a brew so we headed down to the old saloon and asked the bar keep for a pint of horse piss. He served us our drinks and we left the bar in a hurry to meet up with our old friend who lives under the bridge. He was at the meeting spot indeed and we had us a hoot and a holler but in the end he left us without what we had came for. Then we went down into the gully and saw wonders only to be foretold buy magic men. the men told them of a great place yonder the hills and we set off for such a place we went and came about 4 times then finally we found the place of all happiness that’s when again the bucket was flipped upside down as my comrade stole yet another highly combobulated object . Again we were on the run this time the federally were hot on our tails we sped off and the chase was on the loot was stashed in the back and the night was young …..Our hungers increased as the chase kept on then our bloody bloke abandoned us and went to the cantina alone with a girl. It was the most dreadful of all happenings in our long lives but we knew it would all turn out for the best. … To be continued