Corndogs

By smname and bluesprinkles on February 14, 2004

There once was a very friendly little maggot named Jose who traveled often. However, he died. This story is about a brother of his: Christopher.

Christopher loved corndogs. He ate them 13 billion times per hour and loved to digest them each one by one.

One morning Christopher yawned. Later, he ate his corndogs.

After years of this same routine little by little Christopher began to despise corndogs. Whenever he looked at one, he would cringe with cringedness. So, through years and years of extensive therapy, Christopher learned to like corndogs again. Then he exploded. The corndogs ate his soul.