loopy_loop

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2002-05-02 01:35:32 (UTC)

Laughing Eggplants

One day a farmer in Arkansas woke up to find his patch of eggplants in a hysterical fit of laughter. Puzzled by
what might have caused this strange behavior of his crops he asked the eggplants what they were laughing about.
One of the eggplants tried to squeeze out an answer from its hole for a mouth that the farmer had never seen
before, but out only came more laughter. It was no use asking the eggplants for all that they can do was laugh,
laugh, and laugh.

While pacing around in a fret wondering what will he do with a bunch of laughing eggplants he tripped on a pipe
nested in the soil. He uncovered the soil and followed the pipe until it stopped at a large factory which spat out
green and purple sparkling fumes. There was a sign in front of the building which said "Mental Dental Corp"
The farmer barged right in until he found his way to the CEO of the corporation who was a jolly fat toothless
man in a peppermint patterned suit. The man was surrounded by a large group of angry shouting people
holding picket signs which read "STOP MENTAL POLLUTION."

The farmer asked one of the picketors what was all the fuss about, she replied "Mental Dental Corp is polluting
our minds by intoxicating us with laughter. My husband has been sprawled out on the floor for weeks in a
hysterical fit. He can't work and now we don't have enough money to pay our son's clown school. The doctors
came and found high levels of laughing gas in his blood sample. It's all because of Mental Dental Corp!," she
shakes her fist in the air, "Down with Mental Dental!"

The jolly CEO chuckling, holds up his hands in the air, "Hold your horses, lady! Mental Dental products are
approved to be non-intoxicating. Your husband's fit could've been caused by other laughing gas corps such as
Loopy Tooth." One man sprang out of the crowd and viciously pointed a finger at the CEO, "It is stated that
Mental Dental is experimenting with new class of laughing gas, is it not true?!" The next moment, doors flung
open, a stampede of men in gas masks charged in and shot out grenades with their bazookas. The room filled
with green and purple sparkling fumes. After the fumes had cleared, all you can see are the bodies of the
picketors in a hysterical fit of laughter, clenching onto their stomachs for dear life. The CEO, immune to the gas,
puts his hands on his plump hips, "Well it's about time! What took you so long?" he scolded at the men in
masks. One of the men replied, "The director of the project had a tomato for lunch which was tainted with Class
B laughing gas. The tomato started to laugh after consumption."


THE END


I hope you enjoy this tidbit of the day. More stories are impatiently waiting to escape my mind. Until another
day. Good night.




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