The Adventurous Mystical Journey of Jerry and The Box

            One Day I was feeling pretty good, walking down the streets after an amazing day where he aced his History test, got to buy his lunch, and one the big game of Chess for the school team. Wait, a sec, this is how most mystical or happy stories start out isnt it? Some fucker wanting to celebrate his good day with an adventure Well this is no ordinary mystical adventurous story. HMM HMM HMM (clears throat) One day I was walking home, it was raining out, it was a shitty day, I failed a History Test and my in-class Com Tech exam, and I had to eat a shitty lunch that my mom slapped together with bread, some kind of processed luncheon meat and cheese. Gross. Anyways, I was walking home, and possibly the best thing that could ever happen to me, happened to me. I met a box. It might not sound like something in a mystical fiction story, like some retard who sucked at snowboarding winning the X Games and getting sponsored, and living in Whistler with all of his good friends. But this Box was different; it was unique, special, magical, mystical, a little smelly, confident, fearless, horny, active, ugly, weird, lovely, enchanting, smart, good looking, average, spectacular, horrendous, or any other adjective you can think of. He was sweet. I picked up the box, and said Hey man, whats up? He looked at me and replied Rayer-isms I was touched. I wiped the tear from my left eye and said hold on to your socks, were going on an adventure!

            I took Box home (Oh, I forgot to tell you, its kind of this thing me and him have. I call him Box for short (just a little thing we have)). I packed up a few trinkets into a bandana and tied it to the end of my favorite stick. We ate and then set out to our adventure, which will end up to probably mystical, so I guess you could call it a mystical adventure unless it doesnt really turn out even to be mystical so it would be an adventure, but then again what if its still mystical, its just not much of an adventure but even if its not adventurous or mystical, it will still be a journey right, yeah so it can be an adventurous mystical journey, or a adventurous journey, or a mystical journey, or just a journey sweet, I got this shit down now. Aanyways, the cats were meowing, the dogs were barking, and the zebras were zeebraing, and me and my buddy Box were out for an adventure. Me and Box were singing songs as we proceeded down the mystical map that I drew up with crayons, I drew it with red and purple. I like the color red, purple is good too, but I mainly like saying it, its a funny word. Box and I sang songs all the live long day, songs like Mary had a little lamb, and that double crossing mother fucker stole my bitch, Box made that one up when his best friend stole this carton he dated for a while. The first venue we stopped off at on our mystical map was a place called The Glorious Land of Shmoo. In the land of Shmoo lived many Shmooligans, little 4 foot beings with voices that sounded like they were always talking after inhaling helium. It was entertaining. A family of Shmooligans called the Shnockwalkers saw us walking along and called us to talk to them. They were really nice people, a family of four; Mommay Shnock (short for Shnockwalker), Papa Shnock, and Andrew and Steph Leon Hmm hmm, Schnock. I dont know why I just said their last names were Leon, Steph and Andrew, their last names ar Shnockwalker? Aanyways they let us sleep on their front lawn, because only Box could fit into their little houses, called Shnooks. I told Box to sleep inside, but he couldnt do that to me, he said I am a cutie. I Blushed. We started up a fire with some wood provided by the Shnockwalkers. We slept a great sleep.

            When I woke the next morning, I woke to the sound of children Shmooligans playing with Box. I informed Box that we should be heading off to proceed on the mystical map. As I was packing up my red bandana full of trinkets, Box and I wished the Shnockwalkers and the rest of the Shmooligans a safe and happy future ahead. As we left the glorious land of Shmoo, Box and I could hear the wonderful high pitched voices of the Shmooligans singing that they finally had outside visitors come into their land for the first time in 13 years. It made us smile. A-last Box and I were off, sharing jokes, sayings, and more songs on our venture to our next stop on the mystical map. We stopped off near an enchanted tree of knowledge, it was called and Ehlers tree. He lectured and ranted to us, filling our empty brains with much needed knowledge about the land the people, and the culture ahead of us. Box and I particularly liked the Ehlers tree and could not wait to find future breed of Ehlers trees in their journey ahead. I walked along and Box simpered along enjoying the amazing sites and sceneries of the outskirts of our next stop. Our Next stop was at a town that seemed they didnt have everything together they seemed a little out of place, confused. This was the Republic of Rehcnar Ylloj (pronounced like reckner eeloj). The man who ran the Republic of Rehcnar Ylloj was known as the Duke Busades the 2^nd. Personally I though he was a nut, and Box didnt like him either. He was nice enough to let us sleep in his house though, he just got mad at us when we went on his computer or videogames. His mother fed Box and I pizza, and invited us into his hot tub. We declined as Bow could have gotten soggy and ripped a whole in his bottom side. We slept like Kings, and when we woke up we got out of there as fast as we could. So there we were, strolling along we no longer walk in the afternoons, we stroll so there we were strolling along when we were stopped by a Giant Erwoodian. An Erwoodian is a beast that came from a town two villages left of the Republic Rehcnar Ylloj. This Erwoodian seemed to be lost, and as we were told by the Ehlers tree, Erwoodians are usually big, strong vicious creatures out of the land of Erwood. This Erwoodian was a stray, and was kicked out of his town at the tender age of two days for being an outcast, he was polite, and dainty due to being raised by numerous normal families outside of the Land of Erwood. Box cracked a little laugh, when we saw that this Erwoodian was quite feminine, and snicked to me Jerry, I think that fag is gay, look at him, with his blonde hair and womanly eyes haha what a queer! I laughed and replied yeah, he probably would even skip a night of snowboarding to go fuck around with God knows whose sister, or you know who! Box shaked his head and disappointment as we walked away, leaving the gay Erwoodian sad as he cried his eyes out for hours.

            Where do you want to stop and eat, Box? I asked him. He shrugged, and we kept on walking as I pulled out the mystical map. I studied the map and found that if we kept walking with stopping for lunch we could make it to the next stop earlier. Box agreed to my plan, and we ventured on while I made sandwiches awkwardly while walking. Today seemed like a shorter walk, it may be because we were used to journeying, and walking everywhere. As the walking day shortly ended we were pulling into our next destination a small town called Pentasia. This was by far our greatest stop throughout the whole journey. Pentasia was an enchanted land where the of Elves, Dwarves, and Norms lived. They all got together and made peace in a glorious land that looks like it came out of the movie, the never-ending story. The First Merchant we met was an elf named Christina, she thought that it was unusual for me to be traveling around with a box to my side. I told her that Box wasnt a box he was the box. She laughed and said what brings you to Pentasia? I replied and said well I drew a mystical map made out of red and purple crayons, and this so happened to be my third stop. I couldnt help but notice on how short this elf was, sure, in the stories of Christmas and childhood fantasy elves are small people no bigger than your waist, but as Box and I found out, they are about the same height as usual human beings. Christina the elf showed us around Pentasia and her favorite places to go. While we were on this little tour of Pentasia, Box and I ran into a man who worked fot the King of pentasia. This man was no Elf, he was a dwarf, and a perfect imagery of one too, he had a long beard and was about the height of my mid thigh, and he carried around an axe that was about half the size of him that wouldnt have bee sharpened in years, it would serve more purpose as a club then an axe. The Darf addressed us as David of Knazerith, with a message from the King of Pentasia. I were to report to the king at 8:00 pm that night with Box.

            It was about 6:00pm on that same night, and we were walking back to Christina the elfs house for dinner. She fed as a Pentasian Elf cuisine, I cant say it well it is called Ylleb Yllej (pronounced eelab eelej). It was quite good and Box said it was the best thing he had ever tasted. It was soon 7:30 pm, and we were out the door on the way to the Kings castle, there we met David, of Knazerith and he brought us up to see the King. The king was wearing some sort of lion hat, and I could see he had red hair underneath his unusual hat. The King was startled by us because he was listening to the Mighty Mighty Bosstones very loud I liked him already. He introduced himself as King Normandeau, but he told the Box and I to call him Normee. He was not and elf or a dwarf, he was of the race of norms. The Ehlers tree had told us about these norms, they were wild, speaking out of place, and speaking of random thing that no one can understand. Normee said to us This map that you hold in your hand, mystical, is it? BLUE GOD, LEG LICKER! I was confused but replied yes, I made it with red and purple crayons, it is mystical, as it has been taking us to mystical place for about 4 days now. Normee pondered and said I EAT BOATS I was even more confused. He continued to say THE DOCTER SAID, that your map is glorious, and it is in fact enchanted. The Box and I looked at each other with our jaws dropped in amazement. We couldnt believe it. Normee Proceeded this map is enchanted and will take you on many a journey, every time you are off on another journey with Box, your enchanted map shall lead you along your way safely and soundly. Box and I were speechless, our mouths were dropped the whole time we traveled back to the main for and into Pentasia.

            Box and I walked away from Pentasia, after saying goodbye to Normee, David of Knazerith, and Christina the elf, stronger, more wise, and with an enchanted glorious mystical map. We walked away without a care in the world. I pulled out the enchanted glorious mystical map and studied it once more and said to Box Box, this had been a most Adventurous Mystical Enchanted Glorious Journey between you and I lets do it again tomorrow he shrugged and replied sure.

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