Once upon a time, there was a guy named Jonnie who lived in a house with a beautiful swimming pool named Harriet. Jonnie loved to spend his days lounging by the pool and playing Pokemon Go. Harriet, the swimming pool, was always happy to have Jonnie around and loved the way he would splash around in her cool waters.
However, one day, a traffic cone named Mike was thrown over
a fence and landed near the pool. Mike was always mad and upset because people
kept kicking him around. He didn't want to be near the pool, but he had nowhere
else to go. Whenever Jonnie tried to swim near Mike, the traffic cone would
yell and scream, annoying Jonnie and ruining his peaceful pool day.
Meanwhile, Sue, a bird, was flying overhead and watching the
chaos below. She felt bad for Mike, the traffic cone, who was always angry, and
Ben, the picnic table, who nobody ever sat at. So, she came up with a plan to
make everyone happy.
Sue swooped down and landed on top of Mike, and they struck
up a conversation. She listened to his frustrations and suggested he move to a
quieter spot away from the pool. Mike was hesitant at first, but he eventually
agreed and found a peaceful spot under a nearby tree.
Sue then flew over to Ben and chirped in his ear,
encouraging him to spruce himself up with a fresh coat of paint and some decorations.
Soon enough, people began to take notice of Ben and started using him for their
picnics, much to his delight.
With everyone happy and content, Jonnie was finally able to enjoy his pool days in peace, and Harriet was thrilled to have such a great group of friends around. From that day on, the pool, the traffic cone, the bird, and the picnic table all lived happily ever after.
This story is sometimes also known as:
* Mike the Cone and the Power of Positive Thinking
* The Joy of Summer: A Tale of Sun, Swimming, and Surprising Friendships
* Beauty in the Ordinary: How a Picnic Table Found Its Purpose
Regarding an earlier post, My Experience Falling Through a Bathroom Ceiling, I always wished somebody had taken a photo. Now, with the magic of A.I., I've generated a rough estimation of what it might have looked like to see me fall through the bathroom ceiling of a high school restroom.
First try:
Publisher's summary for "Bigfoot Pirates Haunt My Balls":
After years of having their natural habitat encroached upon, bigfeet are finally forced to leave the forest and head out into the open ocean. At first, we think that it's the last we’ll ever see of them, until bigfoot piracy becomes rampant across the Seven Seas.
When the most notorious bigfoot pirate, Lorko the Black, is killed off the coast of Santa Monica, a man named Andy begins to feel a mysterious throbbing in his balls. After a trip to the doctor, Andy soon learns that what seemed like a coincidence is actually an acute case of haunted balls, and the only prescription is a bigfoot ghost pirate gangbang!
Now, that piques my interest. Who cares about Merry Christmas, Alex Cross?
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