2-intolerance,+hold+the+lettuce

Intolerance; Hold The Lettuce It was a warm yet comfortable spring day in Philadelphia. Crusty Colin was out and about, his big, bulgy bug-eyes squinting in the bright sun. “He he he”, Colin chuckled, staring at a beautiful woman. It was a beautiful day to be bothersome and creepy, and Colin was the best in the world. “For the love of Master Chief, may he bestow upon me all of his powers in the art of seduction!” Colin crusted his way over to the beautiful woman, immediately alerting her of his presence. Colin was especially attracted to this girl, for she was JWoww; Queen of Jersey. “He he he. Hey Beautiful!” Colin slimed out his crust-ridden mouth. JWoww turned around disgusted and ignored the creep. “Hey cutie. Yeah, I’m talking to you. You want a piece of this hot bod?” Colin continued to harass the poor woman. Every time he spoke, crust flicked off of his lips onto JWoww’s face. The more and more Colin spoke, the more and more JWoww was infested with Colin’s repulsive facial excrements. Disgusted, JWoww had had enough. She lifted her right arm, and with all her force, struck Colin. “Oof! My Tuffit!” Colin cried in pain, clutching the imaginary body part. JWoww stormed off in a rage. She needed tacos, fast. Colin was dumbfounded. He could not that a mortal woman resisted his charm. “Why does this always happen to ME!??!” he complained, unaware of how much of a turn-off he is. Colin slumped home, ready to make the life of everyone around him miserable. Colin trudged home, the stench of dejection and crust reeking from his gross body. As Colin opened the door and entered his failing bar, he found a strange man pouring drinks. His head was hairy and his moustache was moustachy. His tan Mexican skin was sweating after a long day of serving milksteaks at Room 116. Bruno Mars was playing from the cheap boombox he found in a homeless guys cardboard box. “Hey buddy, we don’t serve your kind here”, he said. “I own this bar!”, Colin responded his bushy eyebrows forming a “V” physically displaying anger. “Yo, man. C’mon and just get out of here, yo! You people don’t belong here, man! Bruno Mars said so!” Colin, unwilling to argue with this imbecile, stormed out of his bar. Colin summoned the god Master Chief. Master Chief appeared in his large, green armor. Colin was immediately excited at the presence of this legendary warrior. The Cruster vented to Master Chief his anger. This made Chief furious, and assured Colin that something had to be done. Master Chief traveled to Mount Olympus for a conference with Bruno Mars and Walt Clyde Frazier(the god JWoww worships). Master Chief furiously explained how he was sick of people treating Colin horribly because he’s a disgusting pig and weirdo. Bruno Mars spoke, “C’mon, man, that dude Colin is like a crusty little kahoona” Just look at the way he plays his Halo. He’s had the game for, like, forever and he’s only a goofy Warrant Officer Grade 3!” He’s nothing but a hairball!”. Stat agreed, adding, “Yo, man, This fool Colin is nothin’ but rotten and forgotten.” As the bickering continued, the Titan Billy Cosby became more and more unhappy. “This unsplendiferous argumentative war of words is poundin’ and astoundin’ on my feelings. I better do something before they rip me apart” And with that, Bill Cosby teleported to Philly, summoning the three gods with him. The three goofs were all arguing with each god arguing amongst one another; mortals with mortals and gods with gods, so much that they didn’t even know of Cosby’s arrival. Bill Cosby began to tell his wonderful comedy, catching the attention of everyone. Soon, the arguing stopped and music from Bruno Mars broke out. This made the three former enemies forget their differences, and enjoyed some hilarious Bill Cosby comedy with Bruno mars performing live and Walt Clyde Frazier draining threes. It was just what the three goofs needed.