“The Timbit war.” A story of violence and pseudo-erotica.

It appears that I have been challenged to some sort of Timbit battle. I’m not entirely sure what this entails but it sounds like it will require far more Timbits than I could possibly afford. Good thing I’ve planned for such an event my entire life.

After purchasing a single Timbit I made my way to a nearby field. I held the Timbit above my head in my right hand with a loose fist. Then brought my right elbow down to my waist as I crushed the Timbit while letting out a mighty yell. This would become the cause of many regrets.

A warm sensation overcame me as I began my transformation. It was tingly and exciting. It felt like the time that guy in the locker room at the gym told me that my shirt was nice and I told him I got it 30 percent off the other day only to have him follow up with “Why don’t you come over here so we can get it 100 percent off?”. As I admired his chis . . . Woah, where am I going with this!?

Anyway, so within seconds I became a trio of Timbits with a shape and size not unlike that of a traditional snowman. I hop up and pound down on the ground. Within a radius of several feet the ground develops into a Timbit-like substance. As I hop again the transformation spreads throughout the Earth at an exponential rate. Within mere hours the entire planet and everything on it is merely one giant Timbit with myself in control. For the record it’s totally a chocolate Timbit, screw the haters.

I steer the planet-sized treat into Mars to assimilate it and make the Timbit even larger. The Milky Way is my home now, and brand name donut holes are the only things I know. The last thing I felt before passing out from the sugar rush was elation that I had finally succeeded in my goal of becoming an asteroid of sorts.

I wake up in a grassy field. And only the panda suit remains . . . 

Wait, you said we would be dueling with tidbits? I’m so sorry Dizzy, I read that e-mail kind of fast at work and misread it. 😦

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3 responses to ““The Timbit war.” A story of violence and pseudo-erotica.

  1. I shoulda known you’d play the panda suit, Bees! Clever. Clever… but not good enough.

    Although, you do realise that the awesomeness of your Timbit snowman was a delicious bit of sugary, winter wonder if there ever was, Bees! Like, just EVER! AND!: Timbits> Double, Double> Tim Horton’s> Hockey> Canada = You guessed it: Winter!!!

    Touché!

    *curtsy*

    And thus concludes our broadcast day… cue national anthem…

    *sigh*

    The Timbit war was hilarious! Seriously laugh out loud, Bees! Excellent! 😜 lol

    Hope you had a great day! 💋

  2. Pingback: For my 100th post, I remembered that I started this blog to tell silly stories! | Poorly Drawn Bees

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