(Our story so far: "once ponies Bepis are rinsed and tossed into my overgrown jungle canopy. Then, danced Macarena. Suddenly skittles ate dick and they turn themselves into frogs that shit caramel Bepis. Later the Bepis said, "thou shalt not leave this shitty pasta. Hellen Keller marched with the Mozambicans. She died in the oven that the dog go Bepis-" (to be continued)