The Killer: A Book by justGeorge
The Killer waited for the chipmunk, he knew it always came out of its apartment after tea-time. He glanced at his Super Mario watch, it was half past eight. He ignored his watch because it was off by six hours.
Why did he look at his watch? Instinct. That is what led him to this apartment. The Killer didn't need to stalk his victims, all he needed was a hunch, or in his case a hunchback. Yes, The Killer was the Hunchback of Smote-yer-mom. As the name implies, he did smote your mother, you just don't know it yet (haven't you heard the saying, "step on a crack, bring the hunchback"? I have.
Anyway, enough of the annoying, nonsensical statements, lets read some more annoying, nonsensical statements.
The Killer sat eating his chili-bean-fart potato chips, munching happily as he thought of how much fun it is to kill someone with the Chinese Water Torture. He belched loudly, spewing out half-eaten chunks of potato chips that were lodged in his throat.
Just then, he saw movement. He buried his potato chips under a pile of dog poop, and waited to pounce on his victim.
Just then, out popped justGeorge from the apartment, wondering what his next blog post should be about. Unfortunately for the Hunchback of Smote-yer-mom, he thought he was the chipmunk, he attacked, too late realizing it was justGeorge.
justGeorge, realizing he was under attack, beat him up without even touching him. He gave him a killer wedgie and a kick in the butt to send him on his way. Then, like octopuses...octopii?...octopee? whatever, like an octo-thing, he expelled nasty gas, using it as a propellent to run away from The Killer before he knew he was beat-up.
Then came the winged monkeys. It was all over then.
GAME OVER (PLEASE INSERT ANOTHER QUARTER)
Anyway, if you're one of those four people who know about this blog, I'll try to post a few pictures instead of just monologues.