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The Potatoes

It was the fateful day. The day that I went to Walmart (too lazy to work) to feed my starving children vegetables. I was at the counter when suddenly I noticed... potatoes... at a marked down price. I rushed them back to the counter, and asked for the discount. "Nah, you can have them for free." muttered the bubble gum smacking clerk as she rolled her eyes. I skimmed back home with my groceries, and knew this was meant to be.
When I went to the kitchen, I stuffed the potatoes in the refrigerator. Seven minutes later, I was as hungry (fat and proud of it) as a horse. I opened the refrigerator. There were no potatoes. There were (spoiler alert!) mashed potatoes.
The next day, I went to the mall. More potatoes. More of them. I brought all of them home, this time I threw them in the cabinet. Seventeen minutes later, I opened it. No potato in sight. There was a potato salad in sight. Who would possibly do such a horrible thing?
The third day, this time I did not go to any store. Who would do this? A ghost? At night, while I was sleeping, I had a security camera. The next morning I looked at the footage. It was horrifying. The recording was replaced with "Shrek Is Love". That's it, I'm calling the cops. How dare they steal my precious potatoes. While I was turning around to grab the phone, I saw a Mr. Potato Head toy, covered in strawberry jelly.
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Category:EVIL FOOD
Category:Shrek
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:That just raises more questions!
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The Power of the Atom

A couple of months ago my friend moved into a new house and he found a PNY Flashdrive. He checked it out and all he found were different folders with the same name, "New Folder." He read a few and noticed a lot of it was rambles about nuclear weapons. At the end of all of them they would end with this quote, "The Power of The Atom". Or in some other saying about "The Atom".
I asked my friend multiple times for him to give it to me and after awhile he finally gave it to me. I've been trying to sort it out as they seem to fall in some type of order. I didnt view them all but I will soon. I'll be keeping you guys up to date on here about them. I'll get to you guys as soon as I can and paste them onto here. At the end of each post I'll leave a comment of what I think and the date and time I posted. I'll see if I can post a few tomorrow after school. As of now I need to go to bed.
Monday, May 28th 2012 10:39 p.m.
Just like I said yesterday I'll post an entry from one of the multiple files on the flash drive. The saying will be in quotes as I post them up.
==Entry 1==
"We will be dropping bombs to set the world on fire. Live and reside in the haze of green. Water polluted and air intoxicated. Plants withered and dead. Bring us the Power of the Atom."
I chose this one to start because it grabbed my eyes first as I read it. Who will be dropping bombs? The after effects from the bombs are stated in that statement but who and when. It seems that with the other entries it gives more clues but not complete answers. Something that really needs a look into. I'll post a second entry soon.
Tuesday, May 29th 2012 5:06 p.m.
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Category:Jornel
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
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The Powerpuff Girls: 1993 early reel

My daughter was a huge fan of the Powerpuff Girls. She'd always watch the show when it was on and owned figures of tht three girls. So, when her eighth birthday was coming up, i decided to buy her a VHS of the show. The VHS was titled "Buttercrush, and other Powerpuff episodes" The cover showed the Powerpuff Girls beating up Mojo Jojo. The episodes included were Buttercrush, Mr Mojo's Rising, Insect Inside, Telephonies and Impeach Fuzz. But, there also was a little text on the back saying "Includes the Powerpuff Girls early reel!" I was curious to what this was and took the VHS home along with a lamp. We watched the first five episodes, and then the early reel came on. The early reel had a disclaimer: "This was the original early reel for The Powerpuff Girls from 1993. It was turned down by Nickelodeon in 1994 for being too dark. In 1995, Cartoon Network screened a more successful pilot. DO. NOT. WATCH." The early reel then started. The girls were sitting on the couch. Strangely, Bubbles had green eyes and Buttercup had blue eyes, although the designs were probably updated over time. However, Blossom said to Bubbles and Buttercup that the professor was killed and that she'd be better off without them. Bubbles told Blossom that she doesn't like her. Buttercup then shouted that she wanted to break up with them from the start. The girls then all start to kill each other. The narrator then says: "The day is doomed! Because the Powerpuff Girls got revoltive!" I then threw out the VHS and bought a DVD of " Buttercrush", which removed the early reel and instead includes the "Boogie Frights" episode, instead.
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Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Crappy ms paint drawings
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The Powerpuff Girls: Buttercup's Revenge

So one day, I was looking for a show to watch on Cartoon Network, and then, I saw an original Powerpuff Girls selection, and I saw an episode called Buttercup's revenge, so I clicked on it, and the intro was reversed, and after that, it showed the title card that said Buttercup's revenge and it showed the city of Townsville without the background guy saying the city of Townsville, and I just saw Townsville for 1 minute, and it then showed the Powerpuff Girls house, and the Powerpuff Girls were in their room playing hide and seek, and Blossom was looking for Bubbles and Buttercup around their room, Blossom found Buttercup first and Buttercup said: UGH, I hate being found first!! And Blossom said: Shut up Buttercup, it's just a game! And they zoomed off to find Bubbles and Blossom found Bubbles, Bubbles said this: Can we play again. And Blossom said: Sure! Okay Buttercup you were found first, so your counting, and Buttercup said this: WHAT THE FUCK NO! And the professor came to the room, and the professor said this: OH MY GOD BUTTERCUP, DONT SWEAR AT YOUR SISTERS, ITS VERY RUDE AND HURTFUL! Sorry professor, YOUR APOLOGY IS UNACCEPTABLE, NOW NO TV FOR A WEEK! And the professor left the room, FINE I'LL COUNT! And Blossom and Bubbles were hiding, instead of Buttercup counting, she grabbed a gun and went to find her sisters, so Bubbles needed to take a shit, so she went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, and the camera showed on the toilet, and Bubbles was humming and moving her legs while taking her shit, and Buttercup didn't know that Bubbles was doing a crap, but then, Buttercup heard the humming from Bubbles when taking her shit, so Buttercup went upstairs, and slammed the bathroom door open, Hey buttercup, what were you doing while I'm on the potty. SHUT UP! And Buttercup shot Bubbles, and tons of shit and blood sprayed everywhere over the bathroom, and Buttercup shot Blossom and Buttercup was creepy, she looking at the camera and shot the camera, and the show ended, and I had nightmares for 5 days, and if you see that lost episode, DON'T WATCH IT otherwise she will find you and kill you!
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Category:Pointless Violence
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The Pretty Cake Room

On Friday the 13th, find a steel door and paint an inverted crucifix on it with lamb's blood; then knock. Put your ear to the door, and listen; within 30 seconds, you should hear someone ask, "Who sent you?" to which you must reply, "Brian Peppers." (If you hear anything else, or something you can't quite make out, or hear nothing within 30 seconds, turn in a clockwise direction to face the south, and yell "BUM DARTS" at the top of your lungs; then quickly leave.) The door will then open in the opposite direction its hinges go, revealing a stunning white light, which will fade in 3.14 seconds. If you are timely in stepping over the threshold, you will find yourself standing in a kitchen with no doors or windows; even the door you came through will be gone, replaced by a wall. In the kitchen there will be an oven, cupboards stuffed with ingredients, and cooking implements laid neatly on a wooden prep table, along with an open cookbook. The most important thing is the cookbook. You must do the cooking by the book. Flip to the recipe named "Pretty Cake," if not there already (under no circumstances use the one with the title "Messy Recipe"). Do exactly as the cookbook instructs, following its directions to the letter. A song will be playing loudly, repetitively, to remind you of the importance of following the cookbook, and reassuring you that it's a piece of cake. If you are successful, you will have a cake. If you fail, you will have to eat what comes out of the oven; whatever it is will not be pretty, or in any way resemble a cake. Before you are released from this room, two conditions must be met: The thing you have made must be completely eaten, and everything must be restored to the exact state it was in when you got there. If anything is the smallest atom out of place, you will be denied exit. The song also never stops playing.
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Category:Rituwel
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Shortpasta
The Prince

It all started one day while I was playing basketball outside of my school. I was a huge basketball fan, so that's all I did most days. While I was playing, a couple of guys (Riley, Steve, and Scott) walked onto the court. They started pushing me and my friends around. It was clear they were up to no good. They were always making trouble in my neighborhood. This time, I stood up to them and knocked them all to the ground. They started crying and ran to their parents. All because of one little fight, my mom would get scared. I returned to my house and the monster of a mom I had told me she found out about me fighting and that I would have to be sent to that awful, awful place. My life was flipped turned upside down. She sent me on a plane to that dreadful place. On the plane, I might the holder of the orange juice in a champagne glass. I drank it, and I thought for a moment. "Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin like? Damn, this might be alright."
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Blatant Ripoffs
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The Prince Pasta Ritual

Nobody knows where he came from, or how he arrived, but one day, he just started posting stories, there was no schedule, it was always random but they had effort put into them, above the level of a trollpasta but JUST below the level of creepypasta scary, Prince Pasta. This is a ritual about keeping him away from your house so he can't take a very bad picture of you using his Gameboy: Scary Edition and eventually post it to the Trollpasta Wiki with a misleading title and well thought-out plot.
1. Immediately log out of the Trollpasta Wiki, I know you are reading this on your account, log out now, this protects you from him taking a picture of you with his Gameboy: Scary through the hole in the 'a" in the Wikia logo.
2. Eat all spaghetti or pasta related items in your house, this will stop him from transporting his mind into the spaghetti/pasta ingredients, so he will be stopped another way.
3. Just fucking lock yourself in the attic, I'm assuming every user on this wiki happens to live in a basement, so run up those carpeted steps, grab the tendies on the way up to the attic, and don't sit down on the eerie blue gamer chair, he will grab you from behind and smother you with pasta to take a picture of you.
4. Jump out the window of the attic. Nothing to it, just jump out. Since this is a step to stopping Prince Pasta from invading your house, it will help. Nothing will break if you aim for the acacia bush, just fucking jump off.
5. Run back inside to your basement, log into the Trollpasta Wiki and the last step is in motion.
5. The last step from stopping Prince Pasta is to not categorize his pastas, all you must do when he uploads is to upload his special category. Once you have categorized his latest one, you have official immunity, seeing as the other steps are only temporary and can't stop Prince Pasta forever, you must categorize his most latest pasta with his category, and you will have the permanent immunity.
6. WHAT, THERE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE A LAST STEP, Someone has put a number 6 into my ritual to summon Prince Pasta but I think by writing it down, I summoned him! Wait, I hear a slurping sound! FUCK! HEL-
Valencia was later found dead in their Western Australia-bound home, with a mouthful of spaghetti and the computer was on, showing the category of Prince Pasta's Pastas and there is a new entry, with a very blurry picture that was coloured blue, the title being "THE SPAGHETTI STRAND" which ended up being about the flying spaghetti monster.
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Category:Rituwel
Category:Im died
Category:Inside Jokes
The Pro Evolution Soccer theory (Winning Eleven) (PES) soccer

Konami or also known as Koon-Army made a arcade cabinet called Fifa. Fifa found out about this and sued Konami. The company of Konami got so mad that they bought 8 boxes filled with racoons. They went to the EA headquarters and dropped them all in there. The racoons scattered around the offices and every room smelled liked racoon piss.
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Category:THERY
Category:Animulz
Category:Well, that was pointless.
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Category:Shortpasta
The Problem with Canadian Kebabs

The problem with Canada's kebab places is they're too clean and healthy. I want a proper British kebab. I want an angry bearded man to hand me a congealed slab of suspicious meat drenched in garlic sauce. Like I can tell you the kebab I'm eating right now isn't a real kebab because I'm eating it while sober. The Kebab shop is always ran by a huge dude called Amir. Amir does not speak English. He does speak every other language in the world. Including "I'm shit myself drunk" -ese. "HARGHN JUGHBO GELRCIH PLAGHS?" you ask him. He nods. He begins shaving "meat" off that huge fucking rotisserie beef thing. Your brain, floating as it is in vodka, offers one word, "hoss?". Amir grins. He has heard that joke before. There's no horse in Amir's kebabs. Oh no. Horse is for those fancy fuckers on main street. Amir's meat is heady mix of rat, greyhound and eastern European girls who aren't very good at holding their breath at the underwater magic trick. Amir gestures to the sad-looking vegetables on the counter, but you've already fell asleep with your face pressed against the counter glass. Amir tops your kebab with lettuce, cucumbers, bubble wrap and Styrofoam. He then adds so much garlic sauce that those ingredients cease to be. Amir grunts, and hands you your kebab. He grunts again when you nearly leave without paying. You stagger back to the counter and thrust a - wad of sweaty fivers into his hands. Amir gives you your exact fucking change. The next minutes look like a mix between the walking dead and a particularly messy bukkake video. You pass a young couple, you attempt a smile. You look like you just came off the casting couch with Peter North. Eventually you make it home, leaving a slimy trail of garlic sauce behind you. Then you fall asleep mid-shit on the toilet. You awake to the gentle touch of cool porcelain. Your throat and tongue seem to have sprouted hair. One of your eyes is crusted shut. Know now that this is your heritage and your legacy. You are a man of Britain my son. Change your sheets before you go out for a night on the town. It's the best gift you can give your drunk self.
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Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:EVIL FOOD
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The Psychotic Feraligatr

I remember it all clearly it all started like this i had just received Pokemon heart gold and abandoned crystal i started playing Hg Prof.oak went through his usual talk and i was scrolling through it I went and got my starter i knew what starter i was going to get to i picked totodile and went to his summary "whoa" i said startled he wasn't a totodile he was a feraligatr his hands covered in blood a psychotic smile on his face eyes red the blue was now black the red spikes on him was torn off and suicune typhlosion and celebi(my Pokemon crystal teem) lie dead at his feet then a text box appeared "i killed them" "why" i said weakly trembling i was surprised when he herd me "because you didn't love theme anymore you abandoned them" he said "yes i did abandoned them but i still loved them" "I'm sorry" he said his smile turning to a frown do still love me""no" i said "your a monster if u didn't do this i could've loved you" i hated this i hated feraligatr i hated it all i took out the cartilage thew it in the washer covered it in heavy blankets slammed it shut started the washer turned of my dsi and calmed my self down then i went to my computer and booted up my Pokemon ruby ROM hoping everything would be OK but i was wrong feraligatr appeared but psychotic smile still on his face"Ive been waiting" he said
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Category:Pokemon
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:Well, that was pointless.
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The Quivering Bone

This tale is called "The Quivering Bone"
Hear it well, and beware.
...
Out upon the dark waters, it is said there's a ghastly ship of unforeseen horrors. The dead walk freely upon it's planks, devouring lost people and marketing 80s board games, the captain of this ship was such a despicable tyrant that his crew of undead ghasts tied him to the ship's wheel with twine made from the braids of seventeen 25-year-old women.
This is where we enter the tale.
Lost on this ship of shadows, I tiptoed myself across the creaking wooden floor, the grotesque captain was still as the dead
I looked at his person, and discovered that he was adorned with many trinkets of desire
A brass eyeglass, a hat of red velvet more than anything I wanted to leave, but I was entranced by his booty
I had to take his belongings
Suddenly, a husky whisper arose on the breeze, a voice like the westerly wind: "Spinn... the... wheeel..."
I looked around for the speaker, and found no one.
When I returned my eyes to the captain, I found there was an enormous circular disk millimetres from my face
I stepped back in shock
Without thinking, I reached out to touch the disklike apparition
It was cold to the touch, and I discovered a two-pronged arrow affixed to it's centre
The "wheel" was split into eight segments, each with a crude image of a different treasure
A brass eyeglass, a hat of red velvet.
the captain's goods.
I tried to turn and run, but it was no good
I had to spin the wheel.
I grabbed the arrow and gave it a mighty heave, it spun wildly
After what felt like a few moments, the arrow stopped upon a vile segment
The brass eyeglass.
The dick broke before my eyes, a dank smoke that rose into the air and was lost on the southernly winds
The captain was left before me, still.
Awaiting my approach.
I walked briskly up to him, the time for stillness was over
The eyeglass was affixed to his left hand by some manner of sickening peg
impaled through his skeletal hand like a sword, or spike
I reached out to grasp the eyeglass, carefully
I tugged gently, but the captain's arm moved with me
it was no use
I would have to try with both hands.
I reached outwards to grasp at the ancient telescope with both of my shaking hands, frigid fingers wavering like floppy dogs
I took a good hold of the brass instrument, bending my knees ready for the mighty pull to come
I took a moment to pray to whatever gods would listen in this decrepit place
Then I yanked with a mighty force
The eyeglass came loose, sliding away in one quick motion!
For a moment I was elated, this was the greatest achievement of my entire adult life
But without any warning the bones began to rattle and shake, a seizure of quivering skeletal structures
the noise was beyond explanation
like a very cheap motor running beyond its capacity
I thought my head would burst, but the noise was drowned out by a final, apocalyptic cry:
"I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND THE OBJECT OF THE GAME IS TO NOT RATTLE THE BONES"
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Category:Skeletons
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The REAL Reason Why Will Smith Slapped Chris Rock (TRUE STORY YOU GUYS)

Disclaimer: OK SO BEFORE YOU SAY THAT THIS IS NOT TRUE, THIS IS TRUE I KNOW WILL SMITH PERSONALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok now time for the story. One day, Will Smith was at his house and got a box of cereal and put human urine in it instead of milk. Once he drank it, some weird things started happening. PATRIXXX burst out of his wall and told him that in a few days, Chris Rock would make an offensive joke about Will's wife. Will grabbed an AK-47 out of his pocket, so PATRIXXX just walked away.
Later, he went to get in his car, and he drove to the Oscars. But then, all the cars had people rise out of them and they had hyper-realistic blood coming out of their eyes. He disregarded it and kept driving. Once he got there, a skeleton popped out of the door. He punched it, but then, he realized PATRIXXX was right!
Chris Rock was indeed joking about Will Smith's wife. Will yelled, "YOU KEEP MY WIFE'S NAME OUT OF YOUR F***ING MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He slapped Chris, and then, Chris turned into an Among Us impostor. He then killed everyone in the audience.
THE END (also it's not actually true trolololololo)
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Category:LONG ASS TITLE
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Category:EVIL PATRIXXX
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Category:And then a skeleton popped out
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The REAL story of how Brian Griffin died.

We All Know That Brian Died In Family Guy Cause He Was Hit By A Car. Who And Why Hit Him With The Car
When Stewie Went To Get His Kneepads, The Car Came And Hit Brian. Before That, The Man In The Yellow Hat Was Driving. Curious George was In The Back And Got High On The Bananas There. He Then Jumped Up, Shoved The Hat On The Man With The Yellow Hat, Drank More Bananas, Then Drove Crazy And Hit Brian And Killed Him!
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