Here is a very funny article: It all started in Mars, California. The way everyone stared at me made me feel as if I were from a different planet. After a good look at my reflection at Monkey’s Eyebrow, Kentucky, I saw why. I put on hold my vacation to Prettyboy, Maryland-a trim was in order. But Where? Tater Peeler, Tennessee, it seemed was the logical spot. I was wrong. The barbers in Scissors, Texas, made a valiant effort to save my do, but it was too late: I was left down in the dumps in Bald Head, Maine. Comfort food was called for, and i found some in Cookietown, Oklahoma. After a month of indulgence, people wondered aloud if I were from Chuncky, Mississippi. The fat jokes got to me, so I moved to where they would never call me that- Big Bone, Kentucky. it was pure fantasyland. During the day I swam in Ham Lake, Minnesota; at night I dreamd I was in King Arthur Court, Tennessee. All was fine as long as I got home by midnight in Cinderella, West Virginia, and didn’t tell anyone about seeing Unicorn, Pennsylvania. Had i let the slip out, they’d surely have sent me straight to Looneyville, Texas. (I’m skipping some lines over here). They insisted I take my jokes and drive down to Jot ‘Em Down, Texas.
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