Yrevbelsin

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hello. i live in a hut by the side of a road in the town of Yrevbelsin. I don't understand why no one has heard of this town. I love it! There are trees made of cats, llamas, and cactuses, and all the houses are smoke and mirror tricks made by the mayor, which is me! I live in the hutpalace of this wonderful town, and I love to eat salad. Salad, salad, salad. What a wonderful vegetables. Many, many, MANY raccoons have driven by in their BMW's and Jeeps and they say "Hello!" and "Meow" and "Get off the street, ya bum!" I hear that a lot. But no! This is my street and you'll never hear the last of me! Unless I'm singing one of my specialty songs. What? You don't want to hear one of my specialty songs? Please? I'll sing in descant if you want me to. I once sang in a choir with walruses and the stray plastic bag. How I love door hinges! If only I had any doors... Oh lord, my sack of potatoes has gone missing! I wonder if that dinosaur ate it... What? What dinosaur? There is no dinosaur, I swear! I ate it last Friday! Along with a garnish of tar and ketchup.