Mar 15, 2004 20:53
One eventful evening, mrs. umber lumber pants (the hoe) was walking along a busy street. Her clothes were trendy and showed alot of skin, but she liked it that way, and therefore, that was the way she dressed.
Anyway, today mrs. umber lumber pants just didnt seem to be getting any business at all. She shook her head, and sat on the curb sighing. 'Oh why didn't I stay in school and get me some learnin'' she moaned, tears starting to pour out of her eyes, taking the heavily-coated make-up with it.
THEN, out of the blue, the big, mean platypus came up to her, put a fin-foot on her shoulder and said 'There, there mrs. umber lumber pants. Don't cry. Everything's going to be alright.'
mrs. umber lumber pants gave a sniffle and looked up with a smile. Her face was even nastier without all the make-up, and it made the platypus cringe. 'Thank you,' she said, standing back up and whiping away her tears. She then lifted her shirt, flashing the helpful platypus as thanks. The platypus was so digusted with this, that he grabbed a gun from the man next to him and shot her head off. Then everyone was happy, and in the news the next day, it was revealed that mrs. umber lumber pants was actually a man.
The end.
-Origional Chillin's story By Me. :)