The car crinkled like a pop can under my foot as I entered the world of Hurpdurpnia.  The elephants were on a rampage today.  They wove in and out of the crowded city of snrks (an adurrable puffball of joy).  The snrks were busy today because it was their annual holiday.  Today they were to all wear purple and take massive doses of adderall.  There was one snrk who could not handle as much as the other snrks.  It was an unfortunate day for him every year.  He was left to flop around in his snrky misery by his lonesome.  Everyday he wore a sadpanda mask in order to deter the elephants.  This year the holiday was different.  On this fine day he met up with me.

Snrks are a loveable creature, but sometimes love isn’t enough.  I learned this from my music.  I like to listen to music; it reminds me of snrks and whatnot.  I think that love is enough for snrks because they are so adorable and fuzzy and cuddleable.  Snrks are all colors of the rainbow, just like my queero friend.  The little snrklet was half pink and half blue.  He had random stripeys and polka dots sometimes and they could reform into argyle when he was feeling really fancy.  I decided that he’d be my best friend forever.  He decided otherwise.

This snrklet wanted to prove his manhood by being better than any other snrk, and having a weirdo rike me for a friend wasn’t better than everyone else.

But hey, I can take adderall. So, s’all good.