a story by Miller

We've had a tough week with Miller. VERY tough. So when he brought home this story, I had to laugh. It is so him.

-ATTACK OF THE PRINGLES-

Last night I was passing the graveyard and saw a guy with a chainsaw. As I saw him he spotted me and came at me like a wild boar. I was paralyzed with fear. There was a convenient gun at my side. As I picked it up, I fired and the guy died. I found out he was Hitler's great, great grandson. I found out because of the hair.

I had a pizza party at the police station. Then Evil Pringles came out of nowhere. "I knew they would come back," I said.

"What!?" said Bob the chief "Wait a sec." So the Pringles sat down.

"It all started like this. 10 years ago I was experimenting on Pringles but something went wrong - as I fled they attacked me. It was awful. They love the taste of flesh. I don't know how I escaped - I was bloody and near death. I did a summoning: a gnoll summoning. The gnoll appeared and started eating the Pringles, and in the end the gnoll died because of the Pringles poison. And here we are now in the middle of life and death."

"Attack!!" said the Chief Pringle, Steve. The Pringles attacked.

As me and all of the police thought we were going to die, there was hope. "The gnoll summoning!" I shouted. "Azooleeoffai!"

A gnoll appeared. It ate all of the Pringles and died of the poison. And the pizza party went on. I got drunk and ran in the street. But I was so drunk I didn't get hit by a single car. La la la la la, I sang.

-THE END-

I'm not sure if it is totally disturbing, or totally hilarious, but regardless, it is totally Miller.