Mess With My Chunky Munky Do Not
|Feeling very stressed today I was. So forward to drowning my sorrows in a pint of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Munky I was looking. Always count on Chunky Munky to make me forget my worries I can. But when to the freezer I got, gone, all of Ben & Jerry's was!|
"Kenobi!" I yelled. "Sense your presence I can! Hiding in the pantry you are!"
"No, I ain't!" a voice from inside the pantry said.
"Out of there come, or coming in after you I am!"
Just then, a blood-curdling scream I heard. "AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! My head!! Oh Force, it hurts!"
Then open the pantry door flew. Kenobi standing over a bunch of empty Ben & Jerry's cartons it revealed. Holding his head he was.
"Kenobi, OK are you?" I asked.
"My head! It hurts so bad! I feel like I just want to cut it off! Oh god it hurts!"
"Worry not, Kenobi. Take care of you, I will. An ice cream headache you have. But a cure I have. Passed down to me by my mother it was."
"Please, just make it go away!"
"OK, closer come. Closer. Good. Fine, right there is." Then, in the shins as hard as I could with my cane, I smacked him. Down to the floor he crumpled.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH! That hurt! What'ya do that for?" he said. Holding his shin in pain he was.
"Forgotten about your headache have you?"
"Welcome you are."
Even charge for that I did not. See how giving I am, do you?