I love oil. I use it in my car to make it go.
I go to work every day with oil because I am an American.
I bet some of you use oil in your cars too. We are alike, you and I
So they get to Cairo and everything seems real chillax, until they see this big swarm of birds in the sky like a thundercloud, and the laser gun jams and the birds swoop down like they’re going to attack, but then instead, they form up into one giant werewolf-bird, who swipes at them with his claws, which are made of bird beaks.
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Simple short stories, funny flash fiction, and other literary alliterations by Jon Clinkenbeard
