The hippest molerat- A short story by wiggy opez

It was 5 pm and I could feel the urge begining to rise again in my bossom. It was like a giant dinosaur trying to have a baby while eating a whale. who could have known that a molerat could feel such a sensation, however this molerat did. Soon the beast within me took control beating my friends my family and the bar owner. I woke, on the streets... alone. It was as if I never knew how to love. What was this infernal feeling that couldnt be tamed. Was it the fact that I was abused as a fetus or the fact that molerats were naked. I checked the time and it was now 50000 oclock. I thought to myself "wow I've been sexy for a long time". Thats when it hit me that this feeling had no connection to chin size or kidnapped leopards but rather it was... PURE FUNK WHICH WAS BORN TO JIVE ALL UP THE WALL AND OUT THE ROOF!!!!! I am the hippest molerat.

The End!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lmao.