Today I was riding my bike to the store and I found a kitten on the side of the road. It's mewling was so pitiful, I just had to take it home. I put him in a box and went home. only to find that the sink was full of lemons. The lemons were not ordinary. In fact, they were lemons that had peppermint sticks growing out of them naturally. I had decided that these amazing fruits should be called Zitpickers. I took a bite of one, and juicy, sebacious fireworks exploded in my mouth. These Zitpickers needed to be sold in a wider market, and I knew I was the person to do it! Zitpicker-flavored boxed drinks, zitpicker ice cream...the possibilities were endless. But as in almost any venture, greed got the best of me. As the demand for zitpicker dropped, I found myself doing anything to reduce the rapidly skyrocketing inventory. And that was how I developed crack zitpicker. Cheap, hard, and deadly.

THE END

By Amanda and Jason on 25/05/09.

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