--Made from "Food Stand" on Rinkwork's crazy libs--
(sorry for the weirdness, the code looks like it's messing up or something)

I started a food service enterprise the other day. I run a food stand. I serve everything. For breakfast, I serve samurai dogs, cookies, and fried one french fry x2. For lunch, I serve bean sandwiches and green smoothies. And in the afternoon, I serve ice cream, with flavors ranging from chip to mayonaise dollop.

One morning, a feenie came up to me and ordered a crunchy one french fry. I snappily told the feenie I was fresh out, but I was objected senseless until I was gayblue in the face. I didn't think that was very deelishouuuuus, so I went to the police. But when I came back, all my cookies and one french fry x2 had been stolen, and all I had left to sell for breakfast were the stupid samurai dogs, which had gotten colorful because the freezer door was left open.

That was my worst day. My best day was, half-heartedly, just before it. A larry came up to me and ordered a large chip ice cream cone and gave me an all of [it] dollar tip! That sure made me sarcastic, because it's more than enough to pay for the stolen cookies and #c (I get them real cheap from a distributor south of the border -- don't one french fry x2 (I get them real cheap from a distributor south of the border -- don't tell!).

--Made from "Play-dough" on Rinkwork's Crazylibs--
(Again, sorry for the...weirdness -.-; )

Yesterday I made some of my special piiiiiiiiiiiiiiink play-dough for my kids to sigh with. It's a creepy (and stares a lot) recipe: you mix in a the court records of phoenix noodles, an a mouthful of rainbolioli, an a spray of coffee, and a couple of crunchies for good measure. Then you stir it up skimpily for two eons or until it becomes nice and clapping. Then you bake it for almost a 1/1000000000 of a second (no more!) and let it cool.

It's a big hit with my kids, who like to make things out of it. My son made a slinky and a grandma out of it, and my daughter made a life-sized replica of her #l. Then they mashed it all back into a #m and started over again. My son mudkip. Then they mashed it all back into a godot shaped and started over again. My son made a hat wearing shiba inu, while my daughter smeared it all over the gant insurance and the family larry (a party animal!). It took me a nibbldy-hachin to get the play-dough out of the gant insurance and the larry (a party animal!)'s spleens, but they had a lot of fun.

--Made from "Action Movie" on rinkwork's crazylibs--
(I hate that they messed up, this one is one of my favorites XD)

Someday I want to ditch this defense lawyer job and become a film director. I have a great script for an action movie.

It starts out with the badguy, Phoenix "Earth Quake!!!!" Objection!, hijacking a red sports car. The old innocent bystander fights him off, but Objection! starts firing his gun and hollering his signature line, "Feeeeeeenieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, mudkipz!" He ties this one dude up and force feeds him a five million thimblefulls of delishious, delishious milk, so the audience knows this Phoenix character is mean and really really really reallly .... old.

Enter our hero, Miles An Orangy Sort Of Blue, who is a rookie prosecuting attorney. He is emo, because of a mysterious mishap with a gant insurance. The old innocent bystander, it turns out, was his attorney, so he chases the badguy down in a series of wtf-packed chase scenes that take place in pogo sticks and two two person bikes. It climaxes with a foot fight in an apartment.

"You'll never get away with this!" Miles An Orangy Sort Of Blue yells as he punches "Earth Quake!!!!" Objection!'s foot.

"Feeeeeeenieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, mudkipz!" Objection! hollers back.

An Orangy Sort Of Blue beats Objection!, but it's not over yet! There's an explosive paper cup that a the murderer! is unwittingly carrying to the very heart of Los Angeles! An Orangy Sort Of Blue races against time, snatches a coffee pot away from the the murderer!, pulls out the paper cup inside, and defuses it with just all of [it] seconds to spare!

Of course, it turns out that Objection! isn't really dead. "Feeeeeeenieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, mudkipz!" he screams, leaping to his feet and flexing his mighty finger muscles. But then An Orangy Sort Of Blue skewers him with an one zombie x2, and it's all over.

--Made on elibs, here: http://www.elibs.com/perl/load?99314147429485--
(This one is so weird...)

Ok, so it started out like any other super hero's day. You, Kyri , Phoenix , and Edgeworth woke up in your maroon underground missile bunker as usual. After you drank all of it cups of coffee, you and your cream filled friends left to go to BOTH

Once you arrived, you noticed that Mr. von Karma did not look so well. He was sprawled on the floor and his face was bright blue...ish . You and Edgeworth knelt down to help him up. He sat up and pointed at the couch and plead ed back and forth chanting igiari . You and your friends recognized this as a sure sign of mudkipitis and backed away, because it was very contagious. You entered the corridor and saw that their were none of it zombies chanting igiari and chasing after you and your friends. You knew something was very wrong.

You and your friends were cornered. You huddled in a godot shaped and chanted You're lying, Dammit, and I can prove it! and Edgeworth began to turn into a(n) shiba inu ! Kyri transformed into a blob of latex and Phoenix turned into a giant spork . You felt your tears running faster and you transformed into a wheel of the smelly kind cheese!

With everybody in their superhero forms, you were ready to face the zombies. latex man/woman immediately jumped on a zombie and began arrest ing it! shiba inu man/woman attacked another zombie and shredded its proboscis to pieces. spork boy/girl began digging a tunned through the floor.

Things suddenly worsened when evil Dr. Manfred showed up! Evil Dr. Manfred must have been the one that released the flamboozled virus that infected all of these people! You had to act quick. You ran at him and all you could think of doing was to shove giant chunks of the smelly kind up his pore !! Dr. Manfred became so bloated with cheese that he could not get away! You didn't stop shoving the smelly kind up his pore until he EXPLODED! Cheese flew all over the place!

It just so happened that the virus's effects could be reversed by the calcium in the cheese! Indeed! Verily, I say...Ergo! How lucky is that! All the zombies returned to normal, and you and your friends left through the tunnel spork boy/girl had dug before anyone saw you in your super hero form. You all returned back to your maroon underground missile bunker as fast as possible and read about your victory in the newspaper the next . ALL OF THEM! Its great being a super hero!

--Made on elibs, here: http://www.elibs.com/perl/load?101200907213363 ~ "The Best Pool Party Ever!"--
(hahah, this one ...)

dear GANT! D:', ,

you should have been there! it was the bestest pool party ever! there were all of them whole people there! even Miles was there! he was lookin mighty clean and his pies wasn't lookin too bad either! it all started when i got a call from Ema Skye . she told me that we should have a pool party over at my house. i was like anta no baka ! i dont even have a pool! so we called up Phoenix and asked if we could have the party over at his house. and he said yes! OBJECTION! ! i am as crushed as a akita ! i hired a couple of circus performers over to keep the party pleasant . once everyone got there, we started the pool games which included water scattergories , chicken and silent marco polo. dang Miles sure did look good in that swim trunks ! of coarse i was wearing my maroon bikini . the one that shows a lot of my face . everything was going great until Frankarma s mom came. who invited her?! she's a little... well a bit....large...ish? o.o;;; . she wanted to be on Larry s shoulders during our chicken game! DUUUUUUUUUUUDE~! ! we told her to go and hang a platypus ! thats when she called the gumshoe on us. we had to get all the cars and ferrets out of there! we were foolish fools and the only place to hide was germany! . we took maya s bicycle and got out of there.

and if you were wondering, thats where we are today. so if ya get the time drop us a line!

Alexianne and Kyrianne

ps *wapshh* ! oh ya and uh pew pew pew, pal! !

Ok, so it started out like any other super hero's day.
You, Ema, Apollo, and Machi woke up in your blue Private House as usual.
After you drank 3 cups of coffee, you and your weird friends left to go to School.

Once you arrived, you noticed that Mr. Sawhit did not look so well.
He was sprawled on the floor and his face was bright green . You and Machi knelt down to help him up.
He sat up and pointed at the couch and farted back and forth chanting nyehye .
You and your friends recognized this as a sure sign of Atronoquinine Poisining and backed away, because it was very contagious.
You entered the corridor and saw that their were 4546 zombies chanting nyehye and chasing after you and your friends.
You knew something was very wrong.

You and your friends were cornered. You huddled in a circle and chanted What the f- and Machi began to turn into a(n) platypus ! Ema transformed into a blob of puddy and Apollo turned into a giant spoon . You felt your blood running faster and you transformed into a wheel of Canadian cheese!

With everybody in their superhero forms, you were ready to face the zombies.
Puddy Woman immediately jumped on a zombie and began Breaking it!
Platypus Boy attacked another zombie and shredded its nail to pieces. Spoon Boy began digging a tunnel through the floor.

Things suddenly worsened when evil Dr. Kristoph showed up!
Evil Dr. Kristoph must have been the one that released the You do not deserve perfect nails! virus that infected all of these people!
You had to act quick. You ran at him and all you could think of doing was to shove giant chunks of Canadian cheese up his belly-button !!
Dr. Kristoph became so bloated with cheese that he could not get away!
You didn't stop shoving Canadian cheese up his belly-button until he EXPLODED! Cheese flew all over the place!

It just so happened that the virus's effects could be reversed by the calcium in the cheese!
Shi- How lucky is that! All the zombies returned to normal, and you and your friends left through the tunnel Spoon Boy had dug before anyone saw you in your super hero form. You all returned back to your blue Private House as fast as possible and read about your victory in the newspaper the next .
December is great being a super hero!

Last night I visited the hottest restaurant I have ever been to.
It was located right in the middle of a fool country just outside of town.
The name of the place, "Poor Franziska's," was lit up with big garish blue lights.
The seats were silly and foolish and the couch were less than kind, but the atmosphere was weird nonetheless.
A second or so passed, and then a waitress came up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Stupid, and I'll be your server. May I take your order?"

"You foolish fool, you!!" I said. "It's about time. I've been sitting here for a second!
I'd like a bowl of grape, the biscuit and bananas dinner plate with extra bananas, hold the seeds, and a needle of wine."


My food came promptly -- it took about a decade, by my watch. I must say,
I enjoyed the meal, especially the bananas, though I spilled some wine on my whip.
I had the leftovers put in a coke bottle so I could take it home. I'm going back tomorrow.

Someday I want to ditch this prosecutor job and become a film director. I have a great script for an action movie.

It starts out with the badguy, Phoenix "Gloomy Skyes" What Foolishly Foolish Weather!, hijacking a car.
The old dude fights him off, but What Foolishly Foolish Weather! starts firing his gun and hollering his signature line,
"Ugh! Fools!, babies!" He ties this one dude up and force feeds him a gallon of blood, so the audience knows this Phoenix character is mean and careless.

Enter our hero, Franziska Blue, who is a rookie defense attorney. She is hurt, because of a mysterious mishap with a whip. The old dude, it turns out, was her boyfriend, so he chases the badguy down in a series of fear-packed chase scenes that take place in trains and boats. It climaxes with a face fight in a hole in the ground.

"You'll never get away with this!" Franziska Blue yells as he punches "Gloomy Skyes" What Foolishly Foolish Weather!'s face.

"Ugh! Fools!, babies!" What Foolishly Foolish Weather! hollers back.

Blue beats What Foolishly Foolish Weather!, but it's not over yet! There's an explosive glass that a dudette is unwittingly carrying to the very heart of Los Angeles!
Blue races against time, snatches a needle away from the dudette, pulls out the glass inside, and defuses it with just 7656756 seconds to spare!

Of course, it turns out that What Foolishly Foolish Weather! isn't really dead. "Ugh! Fools!, babies!" he screams, leaping to his feet and flexing his mighty arm muscles. But then Blue skewers him with a cap, and it's all over.

The Miracle Of The Slug

Apollo hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like Damon Gant had come back from the dead and raped everybody. He loathed it.

Every December, Apollo would feel himself getting all shiny inside. He refused to put up a Christmas grape juice bottle, he snapped at anyone stupid enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.

On December 13, Apollo had to go to the mall to buy a squishy Mr. Hat. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing randomly around and so much Christmas music blaring spontaneously, he thought his CHORDS OF STEEL would explode.

Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a catastrophic man collecting for charity. Apollo never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.

Suddenly, the catastrophic man dropped his bells and ran under the hobo hat. There was a lovely slug right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the catastrophic man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!

Apollo rushed out and seductively pushed them both out of the way. There was a glimmerous bang and then everything went dark.

When Apollo woke up, he was in a sexy room. There was a Christmas grape juice bottle in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Apollo's hair hurt. A lot.

The catastrophic man came into the room. "I'm so hot!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Phoenix. You saved me from the truck. But your hair is broken."

Apollo hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas grape juice bottle up and his hair was broken, he felt quite salty, especially when he looked at Phoenix.

"Your hair must hurt loudly," Phoenix said. "I think this will help." And he objected Apollo several times.

Now Apollo felt very salty indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Phoenix. "I love you," he said, and kissed Phoenix smexily.

"I love you too," said Phoenix. Just then, the slug ran into the room and nuzzled Apollo's index finger. "I brought him home with us," Phoenix said.

"We'll call him Miracle," Apollo said. "Our Christmas Miracle."

It was the best Christmas ever.

One day, a little glimmerous kid asked his mother, Mommy, what does bastard mean? and his mother replies, a bastard gunna be a lawyer . You got a problem with that? Then the darn boy asked, Mommy, what does F**king mean? and the crazy mother replies It means perceived . Don't do drugs! BA Baracus know, like objected a Blue Badger . Fool! Then, the crazy boy asked his Heluva sexy mother, Mommy, what does seducing mean? and his mother replies it means to time-out . Don't do drugs! Then one day the crazy defense attorney came to the darn door and the crazy kid answered. Crazy Fool! Why hello, prosecutor Bastard! Daddy's in the crazy bedroom seducing Mr. T sister, and mommy's in the crazy kitchen, f**king the darn Blue Badger !

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The Fox Prince

Gant was walking through a spiiiiicy meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a fruity little fox lying under a tree.

Gant skipped over to see the dear thing and was hamburger-shaped to find that he was hurt! An egg pants had pierced his supersized little wisdom tooth and he whimpered stupidly with the pain.

"My fried little friend," Gant said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the egg pants, as smugly as he could. The fox cried out and Gant's heart ached, kind of like that one time Phoenix got drunk and wanted to drive Edgeworth's car. "You'll be all right," Gant whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you EVERYONE and you can live with me forever!"

Scooping EVERYONE up in his arms, Gant carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Gant nursed EVERYONE, cleaning his wisdom tooth and feeding him A redwood tree-brand fox chow.

On the eighth night, EVERYONE climbed into bed with Gant. He burrowed under the covers and objectingly roffled Gant's weenis. It made Gant giggle and he cuddled close to EVERYONE, stroking his pointer finger and singing sadly to him.

They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Gant hurried home so he could curl up with EVERYONE. It gave him a ludicrous feeling whenever EVERYONE roffled his weenis.

Then one night, EVERYONE looked up at Gant and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a cat-like prince."

Gant screamed haltingly, he was so surprised. How could a fox talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.

"You're not dreaming," EVERYONE said. "Kiss me."

"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Gant said and kissed EVERYONE on his pointer finger. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a cat-like prince! With a crown and everything!

"I'm Prince EVERYONE," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."

"Is it really you?" Gant said.

"See?" EVERYONE said and showed Gant the scar from the egg pants on his wisdom tooth. Then he kissed Gant and they tumbled on the witness stand and did a lot of very crazy things, some of them involving a crispy evidence.

"I love you," EVERYONE said when they were done. Gant clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure EVERYONE had stashed away.

And if EVERYONE didn't know about Gant's visits to the fox sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.

Phoenix Wright: Welcome! This is “The Perfect Day Show”! On this show, contestants describe how they would spend their perfect day. Then the audience votes on whose perfect day sounds like the most fun. The contestant with the most votes will win a free trip to Electopia, along with 14 lawyers. Okay, let's get started. Contestant Number One, what is your perfect day?

Contestant Number One: Well, Phoenix Wright, first I would watch Sweeney Todd ONE BILLION times. Then I would make chicken soup for lunch. In the afternoon, my friends and I would go objecting.

Phoenix Wright: Wow! Contestant Number One, that does sound like fun. Okay, Contestant Number Two?

Contestant Number Two: First I would put on my cerulean suit. Then I would gather all my favorite scientific investigators. Together, we would take a trip to the labcoat Adventure Park, where we would go destroying.

Phoenix Wright: And there you have it, TV audience. Let's count the votes. It looks like Contestant Number Two is our winner. Congratulations! Is there anything you would like to say, Contestant Number Two?

Contestant Number Two: My epiglottis is spinning! I've dreamed of going to Electopia!