Once upon a time, there was a little boy who keep reading over someone
else's shoulder while they were surfing the web. Well the other person
found that very annoying and kept asking repeatedly for the little boy
to stop doing that, to go away, for the love of god to please stop
sticking that thing in your ear, and so on. Eventually the
other person got so fed up, that she broke into the little boy's
computer and downloaded kiddie-porn onto it. Almost immediately,
federal agents stormed the room, and arrested the little boy on the
spot. After a lengthy legal battle, the little boy's case was
conveniently lost in the system, and he languished in jail until he was
killed in a mess hall fight.
The End
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who went to a meeting. The
meeting was long and boring, so the little boy pulled out his hand-held
organizer and started taking notes about other tasks he was working on.
As time dragged on, the little boy finished most of his other work, and
moved on to getting caught up on the news he downloaded when he last
hooked his organizer up to his computer. Much later still, he ran out
of things to read, and started to play solitaire. Even later yet, the
batteries of the organizer finally gave out. As a result, he was forced
to listen to the meeting and he died of boredom.
The End
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was always being bullied by
cows. He was an artistic sort and instead of taking out his aggression
violent ways, he would instead create award winning cookbooks with
beef-centric recipes. Soon, however, P.E.T.A. noticed and had him
arrested for making threats against ruminants. He was sentenced to take
part in the running of the bulls in Pamplona, where he was tripped by a
suspicious looking tourist chewing her cud. The boy was trampled to
death, dying instantaneously.
The End
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who went to a meeting. The
meeting was long and boring, so the little boy pulled out his hand-held
organizer and started taking notes about other tasks he was working on.
As time dragged on, the little boy finished most of his other work, and
moved on to getting caught up on the news he downloaded when he last
hooked his organizer up to his computer. Much later still, he ran out
of things to read, and started to play solitaire. Even later yet, the
batteries of the organizer finally died.
The End