Norman Rockwell
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Norman Percrvel Rockwell, was a man who smoked his tartar put it in his ass only to take out and smoke more. Wee Papa Wee, were the words that would come out of his mouth before he would take a cup poop in it and eat it with some ice cream and it was delicious, {smaking lips noises} Ah, NICE.
In London, people poop all day while sleeping in concentration camps and Norman Rockwell was ready to change that from happening in the first place. He went to the market got some Bostonian cream scooped it up and put the scoop in his ass. Ah, Nice, it tasted ten times worse than a local concentration camp prisoner. He then went to bed and when he woke up the next morning he had a bad stomach ache. {Stomach aching noises}. Ah, Norman Rockwell yelled, Mommy, help me. Then out of the Bostonian cream that was still intact in his ass, his mother appeared to him and said, "Wee Papa Wee". He then made a bridge out of his feces and built his way to London, to liberate his family members. (Note: They were concentration camp prisoners). But on the way, a sea turtle looked up him and said, "Hey fuck you man, if you don't tell me who you are I am calling the hal lu." Norman Rockwell went down on his chin and began crying. He cried to the sea turtle, "The fever of consumption took my mother last year". Then the sea turtle looked at him and then said, "Look, I got to go eat some Bostonian cream with the feces and the cherry on the top and say {Slurping noises} Ah, Nice. The Sea Turtle then noticed that Norman Rockwell looked quite sad, and said in a happy face of bright, "Wee Papa Wee". Well that cheered Norman Rockwell enough to say "Wee Papa Wee". They continued to rejoice on that Bunker Hill until in approximately less than quarter of one microsecond later, Norman Rockwell hurried on that Bunker Hill went home where he pooped on that hill and said that is the best "Wee Papa" that has ever happened to me. The Sea Turtle then ran away crying and went to some friends to tell them about their "break up of their bonding". Norman Rockwell felt betrayed but he wanted to say nothing, so he returned home continued to work as a farmer and then died. Norman Rockwell was never buried on his family's property.
Well, you want the story of Norman Rockwell, well there you have it.
Norman Rockwell was never a painter.
Norman Rockwell was never a illustrator.
Norman Rockwell was never American.
Come to think of it, Norman Rockwell was never even born. I know for you guys it is confusing as hell because apparently you do not know what sarcasm is, So I will explain it as best I can to you.
Oh, Oh.
POOP.
WEE PAPA, WEE.
Some jelly cream on your stomach and some gliders on the top or on the summit of your stomach, since it is less disgusting to consume it that way.
I hate you, Stupid Norman Rockwell - Some weird ten year old Japanese boy named Nobis Nobita after saying, I hate you, Stupid Doraemon. But the Doraemon fact has something to do with Norman Rockwell.