Our ancestors used herbs to clean their teeth
We use toothpaste yet the dental problems are aplenty
Our ancestors bathed in the river devoid of soap
Now we use soap; yet suffer from skin problems
Our ancestors frequently never used the word ‘Hygiene’ but we use
And our immunity levels…
Evander Plounse. You have already seen his name. Now your screwed. At this very second the fabric of time is ripping apart and they are coming through the gaps in reality to where you live.
You have to read this novel. Its the only way you can figure out if…
“Ahem,” he coughed as loudly as he could, brows drawn together in irritated confusion. “Excuse me?” The stranger lazily turned his head to look at whoever just disturbed his apparent brooding. “You're, er, sitting on my car.”
This short story is of the be careful what you wish for kind,and is based on a joke that I heard a long time ago. I take no credit for the idea. All I have done is run with the general premise and tidied it up a bit.
Have you ever heard of a magical place where angels roamed the land? Where the grass grows as thick as fat children, where night never came, and where darkness never existed.
Welcome to the land of Hidden Spirit.
I've decided to start a little story that will soon be followed by others from someone named Frankie or Frank. Read through his stupid adventures as he fails over and over again due to his stupidness. Enjoy!!