Poop Shute

Once upon a time there was this guy. Let's call him...

Moey.

Moey was an actor who spent a good deal of his free time as an industrious cartoonist and writer. He would have his rehearsals at night, but by day (most days, anyway) he would blog and draw his cartoons to share with everyone on the internet. The writing and cartooning didn't pay anything yet, but Moey enjoyed doing it a great deal anyway.

One day, along came Moey's friend. Let's call him...

Nrandon.

Nrandon played the roll of the serpent in the garden of eden to Moey. He tempted Moey with a bright, shiny apple in the form of a horribly addicitive video game. Moey fought tooth and nail with Nrandon. Moey knew the game would get him cast out of the beautful garden of cartooning and writing, and he knew it would do so primarily because it was suck his soul out of him, through his eyeballs.

After weeks of protesting, and attempting to convince himself he didn't want to play the game, Moey finally relented. His spirit crushed, it promptly left through his eyeballs afterall.

The moral of this story? Never listen to Brandon! ...I MEAN Nrandon! Nrandon!