As Haggis and The Man With The Handlebar Mustache left The Toothpaste Factory, they were both heavily thinking. The thoughts were so heavy, in fact, that they collapsed from exhaustion. "My! How heavy those thoughts were! If all thoughts were as heavy as those, I should never think again, for fear of being squished under their weight!" exclaimed The Man With The Handlebar Mustache. "These thoughts should go on a diet."
"Baaaaaaaaa!" said Haggis, agreeing with The Man With The Handlebar Mustache.
Glue.
"I believe we could both use some rest. My feet are beginning noodles." declared The Man With The Handlebar Mustache.
"Noodles?" A passerby asked.
"No, I wear socks." explained The Man With The Handlebar Mustache.
The Man With The Handlebar Mustache and Haggis walked onward. They were heading to The Man With The Handlebar Mustache's apartment. Oftentimes, The Man With The Handlebar Mustache had a hard time finding it, because all apartments in the city look the same. To solve this problem, he had purchased several thousand sheets of paper and Sharpies and had written on them, "This is not my apartment," and taped them to all the apartments, houses, buildings, fire hydrants, policemen, large clouds of arachnophobia, and rented living spaces except his own.
Since they were in Nashville, they ran into several people playing music on the sidewalk. This was quite an inconvenience for both The Man With The Handlebar Mustache and Haggis, and the street musicians, because The Man With The Handlebar Mustache kept stubbing his toes on them, and the musicians did not like having toes stubbed on them. "Hey man, why are you bringing us down? Quit trippin', man."
"I can't help tripping, with all you hippies laying on the sidewalk!" angrily exclaimed The Man With The Handlebar Mustache.
Suddenly Haggis had an idea. One of the people playing music on the sidewalk was playing guitar, and Haggis started rapping. It was a rap like no one had ever heard. Everyone went quiet, except for the one playing guitar.
After Haggis had finished rapping, there was an astonished silence. A man who had been watching from the distance ran up to the group. "That was incredible! I own a recording studio that is about to go out of business, because we haven't found anyone good enough to make records people really want to buy. But with an act like you, we'll be the biggest studio in America! I need you to come to my studio immediately!" An excited murmur ran through the crowd who had gathered around the miraculous rapping goat. "Rapper goat, Hippie Guitar Man! Come with me!" said Recording Studio Owner Who Had Been Watching The Goings On From a Distance Man, as he skipped along, ecstatic over his new discovery.
"Baaaaaaaaa!" said Haggis, agreeing with The Man With The Handlebar Mustache.
Glue.
"I believe we could both use some rest. My feet are beginning noodles." declared The Man With The Handlebar Mustache.
"Noodles?" A passerby asked.
"No, I wear socks." explained The Man With The Handlebar Mustache.
The Man With The Handlebar Mustache and Haggis walked onward. They were heading to The Man With The Handlebar Mustache's apartment. Oftentimes, The Man With The Handlebar Mustache had a hard time finding it, because all apartments in the city look the same. To solve this problem, he had purchased several thousand sheets of paper and Sharpies and had written on them, "This is not my apartment," and taped them to all the apartments, houses, buildings, fire hydrants, policemen, large clouds of arachnophobia, and rented living spaces except his own.
Since they were in Nashville, they ran into several people playing music on the sidewalk. This was quite an inconvenience for both The Man With The Handlebar Mustache and Haggis, and the street musicians, because The Man With The Handlebar Mustache kept stubbing his toes on them, and the musicians did not like having toes stubbed on them. "Hey man, why are you bringing us down? Quit trippin', man."
"I can't help tripping, with all you hippies laying on the sidewalk!" angrily exclaimed The Man With The Handlebar Mustache.
Suddenly Haggis had an idea. One of the people playing music on the sidewalk was playing guitar, and Haggis started rapping. It was a rap like no one had ever heard. Everyone went quiet, except for the one playing guitar.
After Haggis had finished rapping, there was an astonished silence. A man who had been watching from the distance ran up to the group. "That was incredible! I own a recording studio that is about to go out of business, because we haven't found anyone good enough to make records people really want to buy. But with an act like you, we'll be the biggest studio in America! I need you to come to my studio immediately!" An excited murmur ran through the crowd who had gathered around the miraculous rapping goat. "Rapper goat, Hippie Guitar Man! Come with me!" said Recording Studio Owner Who Had Been Watching The Goings On From a Distance Man, as he skipped along, ecstatic over his new discovery.
THIS EXCITING EPIC CONTINUED FRIDAY!
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