The unicorn, and rainbow titanic.
The unicorns and rainbows took a long look at the titanic, and said, "WOW we want to ride all over the world as Christopher Columbus did.
Once upon a time, a very long time ago there were the mousy unicorns, the rainbows, and unicorns who gazed upon the titanic, and screamed with joy, "We want to ride all over the world, like Christopher Columbus, please can we ride all over the sea?" The captain of the ship replied, "yes we can!" Juice World the rapper came through after being resurrected from the grave, and said: "yes we can, and I dare anyone to say we cannot!" Juice World landed on the boat from the heavens, strummed his awesome guitar, and shouted, "All aboard come party with us!" Juice World strummed his guitar and sang, "Get wild with it, and crack a smile with it." Then Juice World had all the rainbows, and unicorns, the captain, and everybody jamming while jumping up, and down on the boat while it was being sped up by a whale in a harness connected to the boat. It became about 6:30 pm, and it was time for dinner, everyone was eating crab cakes, lobster, shrimp, and cauliflower salad, the delightful guest Juice World was dining with them all. They all loved it very much, and suddenly Juice World said, " well Just got a call from ma dukes, it is time for me to fly back into outer space to be with Ma plus the crew, goodbye." All the unicorns and rainbows replied in return, "Goodbye Juice World, we would love to see you again, pretty please, being around you is sheer bliss and a joyous delightful time." Juice World said in reply, "Sure I'll be back better than the terminator, and we will rejoice in it while my mom and everyone delights in screaming my songs, and thank you for welcoming me here, and back." The crew on the boat replied, "Thank you, and you are welcome Goodbye for now." The crew on the boat drank cherry crystal light and cried themselves to sleep because they missed the rapper Juice World.
The titanic already circled the whole circumference of the world by sea, the captain got on the public announcement system, and made an announcement, the captain said, "It is time to fly, let's take it from the ocean to the skies, and then outer space!" The boat crew replied, "Yay Let's take it from the sea to the skies, and then the moon, Saturn, and its rings, to mars, then back to the clouds back down to the ocean." The titanic's color changed from a stainless steel color to orange, blue, and pink, then the titanic took to the skies, rolling through the clouds everyone on the boat cheered. For three hours straight we hung out rolling through the skies singing it's a party, it's a party, it's a party aye. The whole crew took the ship a step higher and took it to outer space. When we got to Saturn we spun doing burnouts on Saturn's rings, visited mars right quick then took to the ocean six hours later, by the time we hit the ocean two hours, and thirty minutes later we all took a two-hour nap, Woke up partying layer about approximately incredibly ahhh half-hour after a nap. Staying woke plus feeling well-rested, and beautiful from REM sleep we partied for a long time. We passed a fat juicy blunt full of tangy sativa around. Then we passed another blunt around half an hour later of blueberry yum yum. We got lit and passed around a gallon of southern comfort whiskey, and fireball whiskey mixed together with coke a cola, there was plenty of the gallon for later because everyone gulped down only a triple shot each of the mixed alcoholic beverage, and everyone survived and lived the rest of their afterlife in the heavens happily ever after.
The End.
P.S. Hope all who get the privilege to read this juicy tidbit feels amazing, refreshed, and enlightened during, and forever after witnessing this new delicious story. Enjoy, hope everyone loves my new cool story.
About the Creator
Angelina F. Thomas
I am a very beautiful mother of mixed daughters with expensive taste. I hope and pray to my Abba father that my wishful thinking and my ability to dream huge truly pays off. So be it. Amen.
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