Are Those Supposed to be Fruits?


             A long time ago, there was a strawberrly. It lead a very simple and content strawberrly life; drinking coola bean juice and feasting on it's cousin, the blueberrly. Though some might consider it cannabulism, it's not. It's like if one of your cousins married a corn dog, and you ate it. Or maybe, if one of your cousins married your best freind, and you ate him/her. Eating your best freind doesn't count as cannabulism, it just counts as a joke. Then, when you meet in the after life, you could say "I was just joshin'!!" and they would say "Ok, I accept your appology." That's when you bitch slap them, jump back down into your body, rip off the top of your coffin, dig your way through the six feet of dirt, and pop out into the sunlight screaming "I'M NOT GONNA DIE THAT EASILY!", giving countless heart-attacks to your elderly relatives.
         See? It's not cannabulism. Anyway, as the strawberrly was going about it's life, it decided that it wanted to learn how to count to three.
   "Oh boy!" Thought the strawberrly. "If i could count to three, i could be able to become a mathitician!" It was a very stupid strawberrly.
         "One, two, um... uh... thee!" It forgot to add the r, a mistake it had made countless other times.
        "One, two, four!" It forgot the three entirly.
        The strawberrly decided to give it one more try before it gave up.
         "One, two, uh.... um... THRE-" Just before the strawberrly said three, it was hit by a bolt of lightning and then hit a nearby tree, giving it a stroke. As it was drooling and chewing on a tree branch, a cucumbler came up to visit. "WHAT ALL THAT DROOLIN' FO'? ARE YOU MENTAL OR SUMTHIN'?" It was a very stupid cucumbler. "IM GONNA STAB YOU WIT' MY SHANK IF YOU DONT KNOCK IT OFF!" It was also from the ghetto's.
       The cucumbler smacked away the strawberrly, who had started to try eating the cucumbler's shoe, which even though he claims to be too poor to get his own food, alway's seem to be brand new and shiny white.
      The strawberrly flew into a pile of mud that also splattered into the cucumbler's mouth.
      "That stuff' nasty!" said the cucumbler.
      "YUMMY!" screamed the strawberrly, who thought it was a strawberrly milk shake. Now THAT would have been canabollism.
       Suddenly, the cucumbler remembered something from his ghetto first aid class.
       "If one of your bitches start to eat mud thinking it's a strawberrly  milk shake, then that means that she's havin' a stroke, yo! You gotta take her to a ghetto hospital fast!" (the ghetto hospital is were all the cool hobo's who know how to tie bandages hang out).
          The cucumbler picked the strawberrly up and started to run him to the ghetto hospital. Just then, the strawberrly saw something glinting on the cucumbler's belt, so he ate it. The cucumbler reilised this and screamed.
          The thing that the strawberrly ate was the cucumbler's shank, and, as we all know, the inside of a strawberrly is coated in a liquidy substance that reacts to metal so that it creates a super electricity conducter. This was found out by a fat man who ate metal, and loved the taste of strawberrly's. So, stupidly, he decided to mix them. He called it "Fat Man's Strawberrly On a Stick!"
         At first people thought it was a good idea because they found that on a metal stick, the strawberrly's get a very ziny taste. It was going well until they held a strawburrly on a stick convention during a storm. There, they were struck by the most powerfull thunderbolt known to mankind. They all died instantly.
         So, the cucumbler and the strawberrly said there last words.
        "OH, SNAP!"
        "WOOF, WOOF! I CAN COUNT TO THREE! ONE, TWO, THRE-"
         And so, the strawberrly never really did get to count to three.