all that cant be said

let your imagination run wild!! imagine youre a peasant, mr cabbage, who plants cabbage for a living. everyday, all you eat is cabbage. on mondays, you at the cabbage with rice, on tuesday in noodles, on wednesday its all fried up. on thursdays, you make cabbage soup. fridays you drink cabbage juice, saturdays you claypot the cabbage and sundays you eat at mcdonalds. and you love life like that. then one day...

MR CABBAGE

the little townspeople scream for help
"help help help help help!"
its the evil villian of the town!
"hurry up! duck your heads down!"
"muah ha ha ha HA ha ha" (big letters represent louder tone)
"oh please evil man dont tear down the spa!"

seems like thats all the others cared for
mr cabbage enjoyed the massages
but he loved his family a little more
so he found them safe passages
he hurried them all in
and cover the entrance with a rubbish bin

"oh crap! my cabbage seeds!"
said mr cabbage in terror
"now we'll have to eat lousy duck weeds!"
mrs cabbage heard and was struck with horror
"oh dear how will we survive?"
then the children all started to cry

mr cabbage knew what to do
so he turned to his wife
"i know how to save you"
then grabbing his knife
he moved the rubbish can
and went out with a bang

outside, mr cabbage fought
using all the cabbage skills his master had taught
he has cabbage nunchucks (i dont know how to spell it)
and a vacuum cleaner with powerful sucks
he hurled cabbage at mr evil
it hurt so bad mr evil had mucus dribble

so the evil villain was finally dead
all thanks to mr cabbage and his cabbage bed
so he called his family out
they started celebrating, shouting out loud
then they looked around
no more cabbage, they all frowned

life without cabbage was too much to handle
so mr cabbage took off his sandle
with a powerful swing,
he gave it a really hard fling
it hit his wife and his kids
blew their brains to little bits
"no more cabbage oh what should i do?"
so his own brains he too blew.

MORAL
the moral of the story is: dont eat so much cabbage. cos when you run out of it, all you'll be is dead baggage. i am not sadistic, just very realistic.