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NOTE: Due to the random question mark problem this wiki has been having lately, there will be a stunning lack of bolds and italics in this blog. ;_;
This is just another game blog.
The object is that you manage to cram as many iCarly references in a sentence as possible.
I was strolling on my way to church wearing my trusty church pants when I realized there was some butter in my sock.
"THIS IS JANK!" I exclaimed.
Outraged, I slipped off my Daka shoe and squeezed all the chiz out of my sock.
In an attempt to calm myself down, I decided to stop for a spaghetti taco. Sitting on one of the stools was a blonde chick who said she was on parole and was holding a baby. She called herself Sam. She ordered the ham.
"I do love ham," she said.
All of a sudden, her oddly pear-shaped phone rang.
"Ugh, it's my boyfriend..." she lamented as she rolled her eyes.
Still distraught about my buttery sock, I angrily hit it over the counter.
"You look like you need a new sock." noted the man making the spaghetti tacos. "I have a friend who can help you with that."
Intrigued, I leaned closer to hear about this mystery friend. Before I could interrogate the man any further, a loud alarm blared and music started playing.
Suddenly, everyone dropped their respective tacos and pearphones and started dancing.
All I could do was sit and stare in awe at what I was witnessing.
I should've just gone to the Groovy Smoothie...
Once the music finally died down, Sam picked up her phone.
"What!? What do you mean where did I go!? I had to dance, it was important!" she yelled at her boyfriend. "No, keep him away from the liquid soap...in fact, keep him away from bathrooms in general. Bad things happen when he's in the bathroom..."
"I HATE YOU!" the boyfriend cried out from the other end.
"HATE YOU, TOO!" Sam replied and then hung up.
On that note, she ran out and rid away on her motorcycle.
"Would you like another taco for the road?" the man asked.
"No, thank you..." I retorted.
"Are you sure? I make 'em using this state-of-the-art taco maker..." he eagerly showed me a hilarious contraption."You see I turn this knob here and--"
Out of nowhere, it caught on fire.
I quickly fled the establishment. Right back to my father in Italy.
DUN DUN DUN! So, it was Carly all along! :OOOO (Idk, apparently she got amnesia or something. xP)
Okay, so you get the idea. Even though this was more of a short story than a sentence. I got inspired.
Kay, bye. ;o