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with his wife maria. stanley was happy. ignorance is bliss. one day he came home early from his work at the dew treatment plant to find his whore of a wife in bed with a gnome. he was irate, understandably, so he ripped off a chunk of fungus floor and chucked it at the gnome's head, but since it was light, it didn't do much damage. stanley stormed out and decided to go on a journey and start life anew. he began to walk through the forest. sometimes it was rainy and he had to hide under logs and mushrooms. one time, an owl swooped down and he had to run for cover. life out in the forest was scary, especially for a city elf like him, but he kept walking. one day, after a particularly rough experience with a snake where he barely escaped with his life, he came upon a tavern. he decided to stop in and have a few beers. there, he met a bar fly, and they fell in love. wait no, that is a lie. but they did go home together [no judgement!]. beer goggles, you see. the fly's especially were impressive, since she has compound eyes.
if you could find those, you could get a lot of money on ebay for them, let me tell you. but i digress. so stanley went home with the fly, whose name was mirabella. when he woke up, he was a little shocked to see who was next to him. but he had always had an open mind, and since stanley had nowhere else to go, and since mirabella didn't seem too terrible, he moved in with her. all was going quite well. but then mirabella died, b/c flies do not live long at all. at the funeral, he met a black widow named sally, and he decided to shack up with her.
let's just say that didn't work out too well for stanley.
the end.
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