Florida 2002

This may seem completely unrelated to my adventures in China, but I am going to share with everyone a story written by Ryan, Gerard, Kiel, Amanda, Megan, Emily, and myself in Florida six years ago. Each person added two or three words, I don't remember exactly. We do mention Chinese fortune cookies in the story. Though, I have to break everyone's heart and tell you that they do not eat fortune cookies in China. Nor do they eat eggrolls.

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On Mars, tiny lemurs climbed up seismic waves using their pectoral muscles. Just then, sea monkeys began to spit at the onlookers. A Ghandi stepped in. Frantically, he jumped on the lemurs in order to create the greatest dance move. It started to rain and the lemonade leeches danced along the purple sequined levee. The lemurs spat on Ghandi. The lemurs then exploded, unbeknownst to Ghandi. A Ghandi then turned aournd, swallowing the seismic waves again. Calmness returned, dressed as the glackket. Fabulous, it did look. Everyone clapped. Then suddenly, under the weight of Mr. Platypus, the glakket was broken. The onlookers stared in wonderment. However, Mr. Platypus' Chinese fortune cookie said, "Surprise!" And out of the lemonade stand, Canadian lemurs said, "Suck my nuts, eh?" The manila envelope became transparent and revealed that Mr. Platypus wasn't wearing any perfume. "Hodie-Dodie!" said lemonade leeches. Skipping along the lanky forearm of Mr. Platypus, Ghandi busted his yellowing, old silicon bubbles. "Holy Ashtray!" said Ghandi. Chuckling the national anthem of Marzania, Mr. Platypus died. Every time the sea crashes on sleigh bells, Santa comes. The onlookers all rejoiced in receiving party hats that glowed. Seemingly, thunderclouds crept in and Mr. Platypus farted deeply. And that's the way it was. Eh?