Twice upon a placenta there lived a wicked young witch and her pet marffiglle.

They lived in a Twinkie house. This was both more economical and more practical than a gingerbread house, since Twinkies don't go stale, and you can use the cream filling as cement.

The wicked young witch, whose name was Amawikdwichellapringlewoot loved to eat fat people. So she did. One day she was enjoying a particularly obese guy when her marffiglle came to her with great news:

"I'm having a baby!"

the marffiglle said.

"WHAT?!?!?"

exclaimed Amawikdwichellapringlewoot.

"Tis true!"

yelped her pet happily.

"But you always told me you were a BOY marffiglle!!"

protested the shocked Amawikdwichellapringlewoot.

The marffiglle thought about this for a moment. A very looooong moment.

"Well... I thought I was a boy. I guess I'm not."

The witch glared at him/her. There was no room in her Twinkie cottage for more marffiglles! Why, what would she do with all the catwhistles?

"YOU IDIOT! WHY DID YOU GET PREGNANT?!?!"

she shouted in rage. Her pet cowered in the corner, watching The Ring. Then all of a sudden 23070853 babies shot out of the TV and into her lap.

"AHHH! MY BABIES!!!!"

he/she cried. All of her babies were deformed in some way or another, but to a mother these things don't matter. Even if your child had three extra arms and five nostrils, it doesn't matter.

But Amawikdwichellapringlewoot was thoroughly disgusted. So.... she shot everyone with her magic and they all turned into binder paper.

The end.

The moral of the story is: Get your marffiglle neutered. Otherwise you will end up with many burned Twinkies.

Sorry, you do not have permission to comment.

If you are a member, try logging in again or accessing this page here.